Every night I had the same dream over and over and I hoped it would never stop. I just kept having endless conversations with him and it was fantastic. School stopped all my fun though, with me having to wake up at 7am. The weekends were good, I got to lie in until 10am and dream about wonderful things.
Today was a big day for me, I’d taken the day off school to travel down to London. I asked my mum about it a while ago, and I had worried about the whole money situation. Obviously the train would cost quite alot, going from The Wirral to London.
"Mum, I know you don’t have much money, and I know I’m asking for alot, but… I saw this dance competition on in London called ‘Move Like Michael’ and it’s a chance to win £100,000! But obviously because it’s in London I figured you wouldn’t have the money to take me." I explained to my mum one afternoon.
"Woah honey I know you’re a huge MJ fan but are you sure this is what you want?" She asked. I thought for a while and decided that it was totally what I wanted.
"Yes, of course. I want to try and win some money for this family, and plus if I won I’d get to meet him! That’d be amazing!" My face lit up with joy.
"Okay then. We don’t have much money no, but I’ve been saving up a little over the past few years and I do have some money spare. I’m willing to give you it and we could get the train to London if its what you really want to do. I could also teach you a dance, I was taught it when I attended dance school. It’s a really pretty dance and I think you’d be able to pull it off." She said, smiling.
"Aw thank you so much! Mum I really love you, you’re the best and I’m so glad you’re coming with me!" I grinned and hugged her, I really did love her.
Today was the day were I could audition for a dance competition to win £100,000. It was quite a big thing to do and it was called ‘Move like Michael’. I had heard that the people who got through to the Finals would have the chance to meet Michael and that for me would be amazing. But really the only reason I had entered was to really help my family. £100,000 was alot of money, and my mum and dad needed it, for my dads treatment. I had to get up at 5am! I had to train one last time before performing it, and then I had to get ready. My mum helped with my makeup and hair, and my clothes. I had to be on the train for 7am. I was a hopeless dancer, but I’d been taught some moves and a brilliant routine by my mum. I trained every night after school, and I thought I knew the dance off by heart. It was an amazing routine, everything flowed really good. I was no comparison to my mum dancing it, she knew every single timing and beat.
"Mum, do you think I dance okay? I mean, do you think I might have a chance of winning?" I asked, whilst we were boarding the train.
"Of course love, the dance fits you really well. Of course you’re not amazing yet, but you could be" She answered smiling. I smiled back and stepped onto the train, I looked around for a seat and it was packed.
"Robyn, theres seats over here love." Mum called to me, guiding me to our seats. "We’re going to be on here a while, so get comfy."
We sat there for around three hours and 20 minutes, just talking about everything. It was nice, I never really got to speak to my mum alone normally or spend time with her alone, she is always helping my dad. We stood up, ready to get off at our stop and I caught a glimpse at a reflection in the window. I looked again and tried to make out the face but it was too blury, I stared at the window for so long it made me go dizzy.
"Robyn, what are you doing? We need to get off, come on Robyn" My mum was saying, whilst nudging me, but I was determined to find out who it was. I tried to figure out where they would be sitting on the train so I looked around everywhere and tried to match a face. I couldn’t. I looked back at the window and the person was gone.
"No but mum, I swear, there was someone in the window… In the reflection… But they weren’t on the…" I trailed off still looking at the window. My mum just looked at me as if I was crazy.
"I guess the nerves are triggering some insanity" I mumbled and stepped off the train. I had no idea what I had just seen, and whether it was my eyes playing up or not. Once I had stepped out of the trainstation I looked around, amazed at the landscape before my eyes. I imagined what it would be like when I got off the train, but it was no where near as amazing as I had imagined. I glanced over at my mum, who was doing the exact same as me. We had never travelled out of Birkenhead, there was no money to do so. We trooped up a few hills, strode across a few roads and wandered down some empty streets and then we saw it. ‘Waterloo Studio’, the sign beamed across the entrance like the moon in a clear sky.
"Hello miss, are you here for the dance competition?" A well-dressed man asked us.
"Yes, yes we are." I answered.
"Okay ladies, please follow me to get checked in." He gestured towar
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did u write it?
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January 29th, 2010 at 1:13 am
yess i would read it.
did u write it?
if u did its really good
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