The Right Moves (The Game #3)(56)
Author: Emma Hart

“I’m nodding or shaking my head.”

“God! You’re such a kid.”

He laughs. “So are you.”

“Okay.” I take another deep breath and hold the letter tighter, reminding myself it’s not the end of the world if it’s a no. Like Blake said, there’s always another dance and another year to try.

But I want it. I want it so, so badly I can’t bear it.

This dream has allowed me to take hold of my past and beat it down, putting it where it belongs in a box only I have the key can hold. This dream has allowed me to live and love again, and it never occurred to me until this morning it might not come true this year. I was so focused on getting to Juilliard, I never thought they might say no. I never wanted to think about what would happen if they said no.

I’m stronger now, I remind myself. I control the depression, it doesn’t control me. I faced my demons head on, and while I’ll never be normal, I’ll always be me, scars and all. And that’s enough.

So. I have to take whatever is on this letter and accept it the way I accepted the past.

A third deep breath, and my fist clenches on the table. And I open my eyes.

Dear Abbi,

Congratulations! It gives me great pleasure to inform you that the Juilliard Dance Division and the Committee on Admissions have granted you admission to the Bachelor of Fine Arts program at The Juilliard School for the 2011-2012 academic year.

I look at Blake, tears in my eyes. I cover my mouth with my hand and whisper, “I did it.”

He smiles slowly, his green eyes alight. “You did it.”

I did it.

THE END.