She started to set up her camera. "You're actually in in this? Where do you thing we are going to shoot this?" All of these questions flowed through my mind.

"You have that large amount of space in your so called "living room"," Ally said with air quotes around living room. My "living room is just a very open room with a lot of cabinets. It still isn't finished and my parents have been wanting to put furniture there since I was 7.

I sighed as she moved the one piece of furniture we have which is a ottoman. "Help me with this," she said as she dragged the ottoman across the hardwood floor. I helped her not drag it and not scratch the floor. She angles the camera on a stack of books we are using as a tripod.

"Ok," Ally starts, "First, we have to choose music. Amanda, what do you have in mind?" "I have chosen 4 songs. And will you except mashups?" "Hmm.." she taps her chin, "why not. It didn't say no mashups in the introductions." "Ok, the songs I have are Battle Scars, Gasoline, Powerful, and a mashup with Chains and Sane Old Love."

She bit her lip. "What I was thinking of doing was that you do a little improv to each song as I video tape you and we will choose which one I think is the best." I thought about it and it seemed like a good idea. "Ok, but only like 30 seconds for each songs because I get tired easily. And, when did you know what improv meant?" Ally laughed, "I may or may not have watch a couple of episodes of Dance Moms."

So she turned on the music to Powerful and I let to music take me. That's one of the reasons I love dancing, it takes you to a whole new world. I always feel very energized whenever I dance, to any type of music. I went along to each of the beats, not knowing when she was going to change it.

After that little session, I was so tired. I went to go get some water. I thought about the situation in getting into. What if I get in? What will happen then? I probably, won't but if? Will there be snotty bitchs or extremely happy people? Because I hate both of them. I had like 8 cups of water when I was called over.

"Ok, so what it looks like here, from the tape. I would choose either Powerful or Gasoline. They both were good and different from other people I have seen. And..." Ally kept rambling on while I was more focused on the video. Powerful was a good song to choose because I was jammin' it out. I kicked straight out and slammed my body on the ground and then got back up and did a cartwheel because I can't do aerials. It looked like I was putting in all of my energy for that one song. Then, Gasoline came on. I became a robot/dancer. I don't think I have ever seen myself dance and this was amazing. Because I have seen myself in a mirror, of course, but it's nothing compared to this. I even pointed out some of my mistakes.

"Whatever, so I'm going to choose Gasoline as your song because I like it," Ally said. I snapped out of my trance and replied, "What...?! Did you not like Powerful? I thought it was great! Did you even watch the video?" She rolled her eyes, "Duh, but...you looked better in Gasoline then in Powerful. Dancing wise." I thought about it, Gasoline was a very different song and I could do different moves to get them to like me. Wait, what am I saying? I'm just doing this to please Ally. But, do I really want to do this for me or for her? So many questions swim through my head as Ally turned on the music. "So, is it a yes?" "It's a yes from me," I said in my best impression of a Simon Cowell British accent.

"So can, we do this 'dance thing' later, because I'm tired as hell," I stated. She sighed, "I thought we would get this over with. And what did you want to do?" I laughed, "I was the one who wanted to be alone in the first place. You voluntarily came here." She looked surprised that I said that. "Well, when do you want to do it?" Ally said, changing the subject. "Relax a little..you didn't dance for about 15 minutes straight." She nodded her head and said "True, true." She goes over by the den and puts in a movie. I smirk, "What movie?" "Guess," she said back. "Something Disney?" "Yup."