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Poor Carly?(A Dancer's Tale)

The next day I walked into the dance studio, only to be embraced by Miss Maudie.

“O, Benelledetteve, darling you were absolutley amazing,” Miss Maudie said.

_ do you see why I have a nickname?,after twenty some hours of labor my mom wasn’t in the most stable condition._

” Thanks,” I said blushing.

I saw Carly rolling her eyes.

“Okay everyone start stretching, and Carly, in my office, now,” Miss Maudie continued.

“Carly’s gonna get it,” I heard Riley say as he started stretching next to me.

“Why,what happened,” I asked.

“She messed up the whole last half the show, I was watching from the curtains…she forgot the dance,” He explained.

I could hear Miss Maudie screaming at her.

”...and to think she thought she was going to get the lead,” he whispered, not wanting her friend Tammy, who had sat down next to us, to hear.

I watched as Carly ran out of the office in tears.

i couldn’t believe I was thinking this but…

poor Carly

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