DANCING WITH THE STARS meets PRETTY WOMAN
Tessa, a free-spirited street dancer, dreams of Broadway but dances next to a cardboard donation sign instead. When newbie producer Max recruits her to revive his televised dance competition, she has a chance to rewrite her uncertain future.
There’s just one problem: Tessa can’t read.
When she enlists Max’s help in hiding her secret, their friendship ignites into something more. But relationships between contestants and crew are forbidden, so if they can’t suppress the growing flame between them, Tessa may end up the fleeting punchline to Max’s freshly cancelled TV show.
On the corner of Sunset Boulevard, behind a row of towering palm trees, was a grassy knoll where crowds hung out to soak in the sun and rest on marble benches shaped like broken seashells.
But I liked to say they gathered to watch me.
Tugging a long pink sock higher up my leg, I waited as a group of skateboarders cleared out from under what would be, in a few moments, my stage. Like always, the forgotten scaffold rested against a weathered building. The flat structure wasn’t quite centered for my liking, but a girl couldn’t expect everything from a crowded outdoor space in LA.
I leaned around a streetlamp to take in today’s potential audience — a cluster of moms with strollers, frenzied tourists, a circle of girls distracted by iPhones, and countless people who raced down the street like they were expected somewhere ten minutes ago.
I sucked in a breath as Uncle Frank’s voice echoed in my mind. The first glimpse is the most important, kid.
Briar, my shepherd mix, nudged me with the tip of his wet nose, pulling me from my thoughts. I smiled and scratched the top of his brown head. “Wait here, bud.”