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Robin’s got everything it takes to be a principal dancer: the body, the feet, the strength and the passion. But his devil-may-care attitude plays havoc with discipline at the Premier Dance School. One more prank may be one too many. That’s why everyone is shocked when he’s the only student dancer picked to understudy with the company, even though the choice makes sense, Robin is cast as Puck, the annoying trickster fairy in A Midsummer’s Night Dream. Shock turns to horror when the principal dancer is injured and Robin has to perform instead. The other dancers don’t think he can pull it off, and even Robin wonders if it’s too much too soon.Will his big break kill his career before it even starts?
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Breaking Big
Penny Draper
Breaking Big Penny Draper
Copyright ©2016Penny Draper
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher.
Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication Draper, Penny,1957–, author Breaking big / Penny Draper. (Orca limelights)
Issued in print and electronic formats. isbn 9781459809239 (paperback).—isbn 9781459809246 (pdf).— isbn 9781459809253(epub)
I. Title. II. Series: Orca limelights ps8607.r36b74 2016jc813’.6 c20159044987  c20159044995
First published in the United States,2016 Library of Congress Control Number:2015946191
Summary:When another ballet dancer’s injury lands him a major role, mischiefloving Robin must face his friends’ jealousy and the biggest challenge of his dance career in this novel for teens. Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Canada Book Fund and the Canada Council for the Arts, and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit.
Cover design by Rachel Page Cover photography by Corbis
orca book publishers www.orcabook.com
191817164321
To CLinton, wHo dared to dream big
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urry up, enoug aready!” soes are braîded ogeer and angîng H I add e ina ouces. A e poîne rom e ceîîng, oose eoards and eggîngs are sufed îno e os and Found, and Sybîe and Joanna’s ockers are sacked. I se Jeremy’s ra cage on a benc and pu a e aîrbruses însîde î—aong wî Raînskî e ra. He’s sure goîng o ave un or e nex our or so! hen a quîck swîpe o Vaseîne on e combînaîon ocks. here’s no îme o do anyîng ese. I ceck o make sure e door îs ocked rom e însîde, en cîmb ou e wîndow ono Cam’s souders. He’s augîng so ard I înk e’s goîng o drop me. “Wa ook you so ong?” croaks Jeremy în a wîsper as I drop down o e ground and we
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oo î away rom e gîrs’ ocker room. “I was sure we were goîng o ge caug!” “I am anartiste,” I repy oTîy, waggîng my ingers. “Bes prankser îs sîde o e Rockîes.” “he gîrs are goîng o go baîsîc,” augs Cam. “I can’ waî o see Mîss Hîg-and-Mîgy’s ace!” “A, yes, e ovey Odete, ae or cass.”I preend o swoon. “he woe word may come o an end!” Jeremy cecks e îme. “We need o ge o cass.” “Yea, we beer be warmîng up wenMr. Coson arrîves, so e won’ suspec anyîng,” I agree. “O, come on, Rob, ge rea,” Cam punces me în e arm. “O course e’ suspec you!” As we wak over o e reearsa sudîo,I înk abou a. Yea, î’s probaby rue. I do ave a rep or îs sor o îng. Bu onesy, e dancers a îs scoo are so înense. I mean, bae îs grea and a, bu can’ everybody oosen up? I’ve been a e Premîer Dance Scoo or ree years now, and some o ese eîe dancers can be rea sîfs. Yea, yea, I know, bae îs a
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proper and soemn, and ere are a o o rues, bu do you ave o oow emaLLe îme? I see absouey no reason wy dancers can’ crack a smîe rom îme o îme, so I’ve decîded o make î my mîssîon. I’s 9:46am.îrs în e sudîo, as We’re panned. We’re we îno our warm-up wen Mr. Coson arrîves and ooks around. “Were are e adîes?” e asks. We srug our souders and keep warmîng up. en o’cock comes and goes, bu no gîrs.Mr. Coson’s geîng ansy. A exacy 10:22 e gîrs come roarîng îno cass, soe rîbbons raîîng, aîr în oose ponyaîs însead o îg buns, warm-ups rown over souders. Perec! Even e marveous Odete as a oose bobby pîn. Carîs îs oppîng on one oo as se rîes o pu on a soe. “Sorry, Mr. Coson. We coudn’ ge îno our dressîng room—e door was ocked!” A eyes în e room urn o me. “Wa?”I ask înnoceny. Cam and Jeremy are doîng ace conorîons, ey’re ryîng so ard no o aug. We’ need o work on a. I used o pracîce înnocen ooks în e mîrror. I can coac em.
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“Seady on, adîes,” says Mr. Coson. “ake a mînue, cac your brea, and pu yourseves ogeer. And ge a aîr ixed! I Mîss Ameîa comes în and sees a a aîr yîng abou, ere wî be consequences!” hen e urns o e res o us. “Men, e adîes wî need some îme o warm up, wîc îs an opporunîy or you. I know we don’ usuay begîn wî e doube our en ’aîr, bu e’s no wase e cance.” I ge e evî eye. “Robîn. Peraps you coud sar.” Soo. hîs wasn’ supposed o appen. I ae e doube our. Every mae bae dancer as o be abe o do one. I’s e grand inae, e sowy inîs, e mos împoran move o e woe dance or a guy. And I can’ do î. I mean, I can do every-îng ese. O a e guys în e pre-proessîona program, I’m one o e bes. And a’s no brag-gîng—î’s ac. Bu I can’ do adoube our. Odete îs smîrkîng as I ake my pace în e mîdde o e room. I îgnore er.I am a rocket.I can ly. And I ry o beîeve î as I go roug e move în my ead: ee în iT posîîon, pîé, en Ly sraîg up, roaîng as I go. wîce. I ake a
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deep brea and sar e prep. Angîng my rîg oo nîney degrees and my eT nîney degrees în e opposîe dîrecîon, I pus my ee ogeer, eT ee oucîng rîg oe, rîg oe oucîng eT ee. I bend my knees, energy soos rom my oes upward, and I’m Lyîng, I’m urnîng… “Robîn, I’ve od you agaîn and agaîn. Keep your îps eve! I your weîg îsn’ e same on bo ee, you’ soo sîdeways, no sraîg up.” Mr. Coson sîgs. “You can’ i e urns în î you’re sîdeways. Agaîn.” And agaîn, and agaîn.Okay, I get tHat I’m being punisHed. But enougH aLready! “Robîn, a’s enoug or oday—you’re goîng o ur yourse.”FinaLLy. he gîrs are ready, and we a go o e barre. My îgs are on ire or e res o e cass. Maybe I soud ave îsened o my dad and become a soccer payer. I woud ave been easîer an bae scoo. “A rîg, everyone, remember a cass îs canceed îs aTernoon. he company îs back rom eîr our, and ey’ need e arge sudîo o prepare or onîg’s undraîser. Dînner wî be served eary, and you are a o mee în e obby by sîx o’cock o and ou donor orms and
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mee wî parons. Dress presenaby. hank you very muc.” Jeremy bumps me on e way ou o cass. “Ya gota breae wen you jump, man! You ook îke a bocked pîpe ready o bow!” I sove îm back. “Hmm. Coud be messy.” Cam caces up. “Yea, I aways knew you were u o î!” Jeremy buss up augîng. I unge a Cam, wo akes a doube our o ge ou o e way. hen Carîs gîves me a souder punc wîe I’m of-baance. “Hey!” I sou. “Serves you rîg!” se says. “ha supîd ra desroyed my aîrbrus!” “As î a brus coud ep a ra’s nes you ca aîr,” Odete sneers as se ros er eyes and puses ou e door. We a îgnore er. “Come on, î was jus a joke,” I say. “A joke? Do you see me augîng?” says Mavîs. “I go Vaseîne a over my eoard. I’ never come ou!” “Okay, I’m sorry,” I say. “I’m sorry!” Carîs gares a me, bu en—waî or î—yea, I ge a bî o a smîe. I can aways coun on Carîs.
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