put dishes of butter out. She didn't really look at any
 
 of us.
 
 "I'm as nervous as I was at my audition," I
 
 admitted,
 
 "Me. too," Ice said.
 
 "I didn't have an audition," Rose revealed.
 
 Everyone turned to her.
 
 "What?"
 
 "Well, not a formal one like y'all had. I mean." "How did you get into this school then?" Howard demanded, as if it was an affront to him and
 
 his talent.
 
 "My dance teacher at school was friendly with
 
 Madame Senetsky's son. Edmond."
 
 "So?" Howard pursued.
 
 "He attended my performance and she brought
 
 him backstage. He told me his mother permitted him
 
 to select one student a year, and he decided to select
 
 me,' Rose explained.
 
 "That's not fair. I had to prepare and travel here
 
 and wait to find out if I had been accepted or not. I
 
 turned down the
 
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 University of Southern California before
 
 knowing," Howard moaned. "He must have had a
 
 thing for you," he quickly decided.
 
 "What?"
 
 "How can you say that? You don't know how
 
 talented she might be," Ice piped up with such
 
 vehemence, it not only
 
 took Howard by surprise, it
 
 made us all widen our eyes.