CHAPTER ONE:
My arms were breaking out in multiple chill bumps, errupting violently on my ivory skinned arms. this Canadian air was a tad too chilly for my warm taste.
"You a little cold? Joe asked amiably, laughing lightly and brushing past me gently. I nodded, grinning. Little did I know the future of Camp Rock's set was about to change - drastically.
Standing in the plaster-laden dance classroom set, we took turns taking our recently choreographed fancy footwork to the newly varnished floors, anxious for the sound of crackling ankles as the danced upon the surface. The main cast - Joe, Anna, Megan, Nick and Kevin, cluding myself, ran over each step mentally before exhibitioning.
"Demi, you next -" The director called, indicating for me to show my own part from We Rock, my favorite dance from the entire movie. Hands shaking, I stood nervously. I couldn't help but see myself crying after failing the routine. I had to prove I was worth this lead.
Stepping gingerly onto the smooth floor, I plastered on a wide smile and began to dance, letting my feet do the talking I so desperatly wished I had the courage to say. fluidly and then sharply, again and again I let the fire sear through me, invigorating me to dance harder, to put even more spice into the profuesly and yet tantalizingly seasoned dance steps, accentuating each arm movement and vivacious arm movement, the energy extending through my fingers. The music stole through me, a gentle hum soothing me as I burned with passion, letting my soul escape through the flick of an arm or leg. Applause consumed my ears as the music cut off -
Unfriendly and boisterous, raucous yelling. Lights flickering, and a scream - blood curdling and gigantic, reverberated throughout the now shockingly tense and fearful silence. Anna turned off the lights slowly, and breathlessly. A sharp clicking was heard - the locking of a door.
"Whats going on?" I whispered, as the eerie thought of being trapped here resurfaced in my fearful mind. What is going on?
