No matter how many times I’ve been on stage, performing for crowds of people, I still get nervous every single time. Benji was as cool as one of Jasmine’s icy stares, though. ‘Ah stop it,’ Paige,’ he said, taking my hand and squeezing it before leading me out onto the ballroom floor. ‘We got this! There have never been two better jivers in the history of the universe.’ I bit back a giggle, transformed my face into a smiling ball of energy, and sashayed out after Benji. The performance starts the moment you step on stage. Some partners like to adopt a confident, snooty look and strut out, drawing everyone’s eyes to them and trying to psych out the other competitors. Benji and I aren’t like that. We agreed a long time ago that if we’re not having fun, we don’t want to do it. Another reason I’m so lucky to have the perfect partner. I heard my mum screaming from over in the parents’ special section of the auditorium. Normally she’s as ladylike and classy as they come, but when it comes to cheering Benji and me on, she turns into a cheerleading monster.
