�What do you do when you�re going nowhere fast, then when everything changes and find yourself in-love? That�s what happened to us. We were 5 girls who were best mates. Well, mate we were off to a rocky start. We were a group of dancers having ever so much trouble from Wales to London. There just did not seem to be many opportunities for 5 mates who wanted to dance. Day in day out, every chance we got we had our noses in the papers and were out searching for work�doing what we loved most. Performing. The stage was truly our second home. Yet the closest we were coming to any sort of fame, was being on the TV, once. �My grandmum Victoria had my Uncle Jack stop by on a visit from the States, to hook up a VCR. Everyone was literally ecstatic that we would be on national television, seriously a big event for such small town girls. My grandma wanted to have it on tape, for what she called �A forever keep-sake.� And when that windy February night came we didn�t know what to do with ourselves. Dancing in front of a swarm of people was one thing, but singing in front of them � FOR them�well that was completely a different story. As misplaced as our minds had been we had taken the stage�and we took it by storm. Loving every minute of it, a few of us discovering talents in us we had no idea about. The talent of our voices emerged � with great surprise to us. �It had been great fun, the crowd had gone truly wild, but it had only been a one-time thing. And that was the previous year, with nothing since then, besides the occasional dancing gig. But for those we would have to sometimes travel as far as London. So I mean it when I say we were going nowhere fast and getting impatient. Not impatient for fame, but for life. To get away from the little town called Brightgate that kept us chained down. The five of us had been relying on luck and hope for the past four years, and what had it gotten us? � Try a dance gig every so often, getting singing spots in pubs, and our 10 minutes�. We weren�t going to whither and go away without a little more, so at least WE knew that WE had truly tried. And I, Lidia Madison was about to turn 23�when people usually up and left this hole when hitting 18, or running off before then. So you see why I am not so proud to be turning �a rip age� (fore there are people who would GLADLY have married me and the others off). Yet we had staid, still not knowing for what. My dearest mates � Jessica Lauron (20-years-old), Alyssa Durkin (21-years-old), Amy Ferguson (20-years-old), and Allison Hughs (18-years-old) just needed to leave, same as me. We wanted, no we needed out��������������
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