put dishes of butter out. She didn't really look at any
of us.
"I'm as nervous as I was at my audition," I
admitted,
"Me. too," Ice said.
"I didn't have an audition," Rose revealed.
Everyone turned to her.
"What?"
"Well, not a formal one like y'all had. I mean." "How did you get into this school then?" Howard demanded, as if it was an affront to him and
his talent.
"My dance teacher at school was friendly with
Madame Senetsky's son. Edmond."
"So?" Howard pursued.
"He attended my performance and she brought
him backstage. He told me his mother permitted him
to select one student a year, and he decided to select
me,' Rose explained.
"That's not fair. I had to prepare and travel here
and wait to find out if I had been accepted or not. I
turned down the
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University of Southern California before
knowing," Howard moaned. "He must have had a
thing for you," he quickly decided.
"What?"
"How can you say that? You don't know how
talented she might be," Ice piped up with such
vehemence, it not only
took Howard by surprise, it
made us all widen our eyes.