Time: 10:15 am.

"Heading to the post office!" I yelled, not that anyone would hear. No response. I shrugged and grabbed a mail key off the counter, my jacket, and slipped on my Ugg boots. Then I walked out the door and went to the post office.

Considering it was mid-Autumn, it was pretty bitter outside. I shivered in the cold as I walked up the street and finally arrived at the post office. I walked inside and went to the mail box. Number 843. I jabbed the key into the key hole and twisted in, unlocking the mail box. There was a small stack of papers inside. I took them out, closed the mail box, and walked back.

I walked inside in silence and went through the mail. "Not ALDC, not ALDC, not ALDC, not ALDC, ALDC! Here it is!" I muttered excitedly and dropped all the other mail. I ran up to my room to open it in private. The letter labeled ALDC was in a small orange packet. I ripped it open and there was a small white piece of paper, folded into fourths. I hastily unfolded it and began to read the letter:

Dear Elle,
Hello. I am Abby Lee Miller from the Abby Lee Dance Company, though you already know that. I would like to inform you that I have received the video you sent of your dancing. You were very talented. I would like to have you on my Junior Elite Team, however I do want to see you audition here at the ALDC in front of me. Are you and your mom able to make it on Saturday, September 14, at 11:45 am? If you could, it would be great. I hope that I will see you in rehearsal soon.

Regards,
Abby Lee Miller

I read the letter carefully. Stopping at the date, I realized that today was Saturday, September 14. I checked my phone. It was 10:32 am. Still got time, I thought. I quickly changed into a t-shirt that said Don't Kill My Vibe and a pair of black Capri leggings. I threw my hair up in a ponytail and put on my jacket. Then I took my black and green dance bag out of the closet and stuffed my dance shoes, phone, speakers, Thera Bands, and tennis ball, (don't judge me!) along with the letter, into my bad and zipped it up.

         I ran down the stairs into my Foster Mom's room. "Amy, we need to go now!" I yelled and turned her light on and off and on and off. She groaned. "What do you want you little pest?!" She asked bitterly, but I smiled back in return. "We need to go to the ALDC cause I made it! Well sort of. I need to audition first. Anyway, c'mon!" Amy groaned again. "Ok...." She stood up. Her hair was a disaster and she was still wearing her stained up pj's. "Well, c'mon, get ready!" I yelled. I opened her drawers and grabbed a random shirt, a random pair of pants, and a random pair of socks. I threw it all at her. "Put on the clothes!" I yelled. She shot me a strange glance that clearly stated, Out. "Right, sorry! You need privacy to change!" And at that, I ran out of her room, but continued to yell at her to hurry up.

         Eventually, Amy was ready. She came out with her hair neatly curled and wearing different clothes than the ones I had given her. I grabbed her phone and purse off the counter and handed them to her. "Ok Amy let's go!" I said. She groggily stepped out the door before me. I gave her a little shove to move her along. We got into the car and drove to the Abby Lee Dance Company.