(Author's Note: The addresses and places are fictional that I know of. So if the places and the addresses belong to anybody that should read this I'm truly sorry. I didn't know.)
Danielle (aka. Danny) walked out to her mailbox to get her mail. She took it out one by one to see what each one was. There was one that got her attention. In the upper left corner there was this address:
Professional Dancers of New York
1919 Maple Ave.
New York, New York 10109
Danny turned the letter over, opened it, and read:
This letter is to inform you that you have been chosen out of thousands of people to be amoung the 30 people to try out to be a dancer for one of the famous boy bands.
If you would like to try out, please come to the Professional Dancers of New York Academy on June 31, 1997 and show this letter to the person at the door. Thank you for your time.
Sincerely,
James Winston, CEO.
'Ohmigod! That's tomorrow!' Danny thought. 'I have to call Sarah, Harmony, and Lindsay.'
Danny ran inside to call them. When she got there, she decided to call Sarah first.
"Hello?" Sarah said. "Sarah, it's me." Danny said. "Yo, wassup my homie?!" "What are you on?" "What do you think I'm on?" "I duuno. Anyway..." "Oh. Oh. Guess what?!" "What?" "I got this letter from this dance place in New York City and they want me to try out to be some dancer person for some boy band." "So did I." "I wonder which boy band it is?!?!" "Me too." "Why don't we go together." "Ok. I'll pick you up at like 8. We'll go out to breakfast." "Ok. Well, I got a beep so gotta go." "Ok. Tomorrow." "Later."
