she asked softly, looking down at the red-circled advertisement. “It’s a competition,” Daniel explained as Cara skimmed over the words halfheartedly. “A dance competition. After we talked about your future I did some searching. I don’t want you to give up on your dream, Cara, and I sure as hell don’t want you to leave the city. This is the answer to all of your problems.” Surprised, Cara read into the advertisement a bit more, wondering how on earth this could get her out of the situation she was currently in. Attention All Dancers, Do you think you have what it takes to earn the title of ‘America’s Best Dancer’? We are looking for enthusiastic, energetic, dancing professionals in both street and stage to compete for top prizes in a nationally televised competition. There was a website to visit for the auditions and requirements plus more information. Cara read the advertisement again, remembering a few of her friends watching the show and discussing who had left and who was still in the running for the prize money. “I’ve already gone to the website, Cara,”
