Best Dancer Monologue

I didn't see Evie’s face since all the girls also went to the 'barre' to do 'plies'. Sarah knows her terminology. She decided to stay and watch because apparently she wanted to confront her close friend Genevieve Chase as to why she was never told of Evie having a boyfriend. When the girls in class turned to face the window, I gotta glimpse of unmistakeably stormy grey eyes. It really was my Trouble and she really was apparently the best in class. I can’t help but smirk proudly. Go figure. She could do anything. It’s not such a surprise that she was also a great dancer. Not to mention, she looked really-and I mean reeeaaally good in her ballet attire. Genevieve wore these shoes which Sarah told me was called 'pointe shoes'. Something that

I wonder if she could teach me some moves a little. If she likes it so much, I wanna be a part of it. Besides, she would wear those shoes more often and those leotards. "You could've mentioned being the best dancer in your grade." I pry curious as to why she hasn't laid the brag game yet. My girl is prideful. Though in this case, she has every reason to brag. "Who told you-" "Ehem." We are interrupted by a ‘Sarah’ standing with her arms on her hips and an amused look on her face. "Oh hey Sar." Evie greets her entwining our fingers together. "When were you planning to tell me that you have a totally hot boyfriend?" Sarah asks with a fake obnoxious teen girl voice, raising her arms in he air for emphasis. That made me blush along Genevieve. "Uhh...well, I'm telling you now. This is Andrew. Mischief, this is Sarah Rox. My extremely annoying but great friend." Sarah playfully shot Evie a glare. "You like, totally have to tell me everything! I mean you owe me Genevieve. Christine and Ally were like practically throwing themselves in front of Mr. hotshot over here...if it wasn't for me...gosh." She says in her normal tone of voice. Trouble narrows her eyes at me causing Sarah to