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Chapter 1 The Birthday Girl He came out of nowhere. Caught in his tailwind, her foot slipped under her in an awkward twist. The savage bend of her ankle caused pain to slice through every tendon and muscle along her leg. In sheer panic, Sydney flapped her arms like some wild bird in a failed attempt to keep her balance. Desperate to grab something for support, the only option left was to snatch hold of the person next to her. At that moment a short woman with a crown of tightly wound silver hair walked by, pulling her small grocery cart toward the subway stairs.

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Chapter 1 The Birthday Girl He came out of nowhere. Caught in his tailwind, her foot slipped under her in an awkward twist. The savage bend of her ankle caused pain to slice through every tendon and muscle along her leg. In sheer panic, Sydney flapped her arms like some wild bird in a failed attempt to keep her balance. Desperate to grab something for support, the only option left was to snatch hold of the person next to her.

At that moment a short woman with a crown of tightly wound silver hair walked by, pulling her small grocery cart toward the subway stairs. The stranger immediately withdrew in surprise, but Sydney held on. The assailant bolted, charging like a bull down the crowded sidewalk. Shoving a rancid overstuffed garbage can and unsuspecting pedestrians out of his way; he ran as if the devil himself were on his heels. Somebody stop him! An Asian woman, short and thin with the stature of a child, raced out of her bodega, pointing after the fleeing teenager.

She continued to scream at the top of her lungs. Sydney struggled to regain her balance. A crowd had formed around the distraught storekeeper.

Only the stranger Sydney clung to showed the least bit of concern for her. With her backpack hanging loosely down her arms, she shrugged off the embarrassment. Sydney stepped out of the oncoming tide of pedestrians to regain what remained of her composure. One minute she walked on clouds, and the next she found herself flattened to the ground.

A quick check of her watch and Sydney realized valuable time had been lost. She needed to hurry, but after taking one step away from the store wall, she winced under the warm sting emitting from her ankle. No, please, God, not today, she thought. A soft morning breeze brushed her cheeks, and her gaze lifted to the sky for the source.

Snowflakes, carried in the wind, were reduced to light sprinkles melting on her face. The day would be considerably warm and the falling snow would turn into chilling rain soon.

Shape shifting clusters of grey storm clouds moved in waves, covering and uncovering the sun. Neither her achy foot nor a New York ice storm could steal her joy. Today was hers. Determined and a bit hopeful over the audition of her dreams, she pushed past several more people and quickened her pace. An SUV swerved around a cab blasting reggae beats loud enough for the entire city to hear. With her hands shoved deep in the pockets of her favorite jeans, she kept going. The freezing wind lifted her bushy locks from her shoulders despite being tucked behind her ears, and under the knitted skullcap she wore to keep them pressed to her head.

Sydney had a wealth of naturally thick hair. Once unleashed it puffed out at all angles like a reddish brown cloud. She had already burned through two flat irons this year trying to straighten it.

Her hair, an inherited trait from generations of women in her family, had become a curse. To others it seemed to be her best feature, evident by the constant barrage of compliments she received regarding its unruly flow.

Sidestepping others along the crowded sidewalk, and ignoring the pulsating pain in her ankle, Sydney finally spotted the dance theater. She darted through the sea of yellow cabs, throwing her hand up as she went. Her eyes focused only on the studio sign. She imagined it with her name sparkling across the marquee. A crazy mixture of hope and fear passed through her. Sydney stood underneath it, she savored the moment.

This audition would change her life forever. Sydney, startled, found herself blocking several others from passing. The narrow space of sidewalk before the studio doors left little room for the dancer anxiously trying to access the front steps. With a sweet smile of apology she stepped aside. The dancer, a petite brunette with a distinct Cyndi Crawford mole above her lip, cut her eyes at Sydney before disappearing through the door. Sydney dismissed the young woman and returned her gaze to the sign.

No longer caught up in the fantasy, she re-read the marquee. It advertised the casting call would be by invitation only. No daughter of mine is going to be some street dancer! Give me those car keys dammit! Not a single word. Only a year and six months had passed since the blow-up over her wanting to leave. She needed to become the dancer she aspired to be to prove her father wrong.

Then and only then would the walls erected in disappointment come down, and acceptance could mend the pain between them. The door to the studio opened again and another person rushed through.

Sydney followed. She unraveled her wool scarf off her neck. She found the hall of the building empty except for her and one other prospect. Quickening her steps she grimaced when her ankle reminded her of the folly a few minutes earlier. She did however, make it to the elevator in time. Together they rode to the third floor in silence. The elevator doors opened and her hopes were dashed.

Before her stretched a line of hopefuls, and each head turned toward her once she joined them. Showtime, she thought. At the end of the table sat a striking blonde. The woman appeared to be in her late twenties possibly early thirties. Her golden hair groomed in a blown straight style, draped the sides of her face from a center part reaching down the length of her back and arms.

Her features were nearly flawless with a perfect aquiline nose, pouty lips and high cheekbones. Sydney considered her too pretty to be a dancer and too classy to be just a model. Near her, a very fashionable man checked off names. Then it hit Sydney like a bullet. Okay, calm down, straighten up and smile. The line moved quickly, and soon it Sydney stood before the star maker. She burned with hope. Eyes ringed with dark liner and naturally long lashes lifted to her face.

He clucked his tongue and chewed on the back of his pen. Sydney felt her throat go dry, but she kept a pleasant smile on her face.

I, ah, I have an audition today. Wait I know that name. Sydney Allen? Ooooo, Sydney Allen! Over a year and half had passed since she arrived in the city.

She should be used to the diversity. Hell, it was after all. The man before her had a uniquely handsome face. With mocha brown skin, and a dazzling white smile, she took note of his original flare. For starters, his brown skin complimented the sharp contrast of his platinum-bleached hair, cut low on the sides with tight curls on top. And he had bleached his eyebrows as well. He popped the collar on his blush-pink button-down shirt.

Even his lips sported a dew-kissed pink shine. Sydney accepted his hand with a firm shake. When their fingers parted, she noticed his manicured nails had pink tips. I guess pink is his signature color, she thought. Portia warned her that her cousin Mario, who dated this man, could only get her name on the list.

The rest would be up to her. Sydney noticed from her peripheral line of vision the attractive blonde seemed a bit annoyed. But understand that your favors end here.

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So this is about getting over their insecurities and finding a way to make it work. She needed to hurry, but after taking one step away from the store wall, she winced under the warm sting emitting from her ankle. Sydney Allen has a dream. At some point there was a 3 stories running parallel to one another, siena 3 couples. Like the writer was reaching, trying to add things that would hold our interest. I really did like Nolen, though, and he got my heart racing more times than I could count!! His pursuit of her sets Sydney and her friends on a collision path of pain, heartache, and self-discovery that butterrfly forever change their friendship.

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Chapter 1 The Birthday Girl He came out of nowhere. Caught in his tailwind, her foot slipped under her in an awkward twist. The savage bend of her ankle caused pain to slice through every tendon and muscle along her leg. In sheer panic, Sydney flapped her arms like some wild bird in a failed attempt to keep her balance. Desperate to grab something for support, the only option left was to snatch hold of the person next to her. At that moment a short woman with a crown of tightly wound silver hair walked by, pulling her small grocery cart toward the subway stairs.

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