Kimberly Wyatt - Billie's Big Audition

It’s probably not them , she told herself as she dried her hands.

But it was a message from WEDA. The title of the email was: Your recent audition .

Billie stared down at the screen. The second she opened the email she would know her future for sure – and the grain of hope she’d been clinging to would be gone. Her hands started trembling. She couldn’t open this on her own. She headed back into the cafe.

‘Mum . . .’

Her mum turned and looked at her. ‘Yes, love . . . Oh my God, have you heard?’

Billie nodded.

‘What did they say?’

‘I don’t know. I haven’t opened it yet.’

Her mum placed her hands on Billie’s shoulders. ‘Do you want me to do it?’

‘No, I’ll do it. I just need you to be here.’

‘Of course.’

‘Any chance of a refill?’ Tony, one of the cafe regulars called from the other side of the counter, holding out his empty tea mug.

‘In a minute, Tony!’ Billie’s mum said, not moving her gaze from Billie. ‘Billie’s just heard from the dance academy. Go on, love, open it.’

‘Blimey, this is better than watching Britain’s Got Talent ,’ Tony said with a chuckle.

Billie opened the email and squinted at the screen, barely able to look. Please, please, please , she thought as she scanned the words.

Delighted to inform . . . offer you a place . . . start date . . . swam before her eyes.

Billie gasped.

‘Have you got in?’ her mum said, shakily.

Billie nodded, unable to speak.

‘You have?’ She grabbed Billie in a hug. ‘Oh, sweetheart, I’m so proud of you. I knew you could do it. I knew it!

‘She got in!’ she called to the entire cafe. ‘She got in!’

‘Brilliant!’ Tony exclaimed and all the other regulars started to cheer.

Billie leaned against the counter, unable to stop grinning as she tried to take it all in. She read the email again, just to check she hadn’t been dreaming or had misread anything. But it was all there in black and white. She had passed her audition. She had a place at WEDA – one of the top dance academies in the world.

Her mum rooted around beneath the counter and pulled out a silver gift bag. ‘Congratulations, Billie,’ she said, handing it to her.

‘But – how did you know I was going to get in?’

‘I always knew you’d do it,’ her mum said, beaming with pride.

Billie fumbled through the ivory tissue paper inside and pulled out a beautiful pair of brand new ballet shoes in pale rose-pink leather. ‘Mum! How did you afford these?’

‘I’ve been saving up my tips for months,’ her mum said.

‘Yeah, and who’s your number-one tipper?’ Tony said with a grin.

‘That would be you, Tony,’ she replied.

‘Thank you!’ Billie said, grinning at him.

‘No problem. Now, any chance of a cuppa, or is your number-one tipper going to die of thirst?’

‘I’ll get you your cuppa,’ Billie’s mum said, laughing.

As Billie turned the ballet shoes over in her hands, stroking the satin ribbons, she couldn’t remember ever feeling happier. It was as if she’d stepped out of the cafe and over the rainbow, into that magical place where dreams really did come true.

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