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bite.
    â€œMom would have made it for me if she didn’t have to work,” Devane said.
    At least she would have wanted to. She used to make cakes every time she wanted to congratulate Devane or Tamal for something. But after their dad died, their mom didn’t have much time for baking. She was always at work. Like tonight. She wasn’t supposed to be at the hospital, but an extra shift opened up, and her mom took it. She never said no.
    Devane hadn’t even gotten to tell her mother the divine news yet. Not that Mom would be surprised. She was always telling Devane what a fantastic dancer she was.
    â€œThey should have picked me,” Tamal said. “I should have my own video.” He started spazzing out, jerking his body around, thinking he was actually dancing. Oh, Lord. She shouldn’t have let him have sugar—he was enough of a pain in the butt without it.
    â€œTamal, finish your cake, brush your teeth, and go to bed,” Devane told him.
    â€œYou’re not the boss of me.”
    â€œFine. But let me ask you this—is Mom going to be happy if she gets home and you’re shaking your bonbon around the kitchen an hour past your bedtime?”
    â€œAn hour past my bedtime is your bedtime,” Tamal reminded her.
    â€œShe’s gonna want to hear what I have to say to her. She won’t mind if I stay up,” Devane answered.
    But by the time her mother came home, Devane had fallen asleep with her head on the kitchen table.

CHAPTER 4
    Emerson scanned the room—in what she hoped wasn’t an obvious way—as she walked into her first class with the Hip Hop Kidz Performance Group. She could hardly believe this had worked. She could hardly believe Sophie’s sister had pulled off the phone call with Maddy.
    She recognized a bunch of people from the one time she’d seen the group perform, including a tall guy in a Gator baseball hat. M.J., his name was. He’d had an amazing solo, and she’d looked him up in the program.
    Emerson realized her scan had turned into a stare, and she forced her eyes away. A skinny girl almost as tall as M.J. with short dyed black hair and ultra-pale skin was doing stretches over in one corner. She met Emerson’s gaze and smiled as she leaned over flat-backed, with her arms out in front of her. It felt like sort of an invitation, so Emerson headed over to the girl and started doing some ankle rolls. It felt better to be doing something in the room full of strangers than just standing there.
    â€œYou’re one of the new meat patties. I’m Chloe,” the girl said. “I hope you’re ready to be tortured. I’ve been in the group for a year, and my muscles haven’t stopped aching yet.”
    â€œEmerson. Hi.” Emerson switched over to shoulder shrugs. “I’m so excited that I got in. I’ve only been doing hip-hop a few months. But I’ve been doing ballet forever.”
    â€œBallet. I did that for about half a minute when I was little. I think it was my mom’s way of trying to get me to like pink. Didn’t work—obviously,” Chloe answered. “I’m gonna go fill up my water bottle. You should, too, if yours isn’t maxed. You’ll need it.”
    â€œI’m good. But thanks,” Emerson told her.
    â€œSo you’re a ballerina, not a cheerleader,” a voice said from behind Emerson as Chloe walked away.
    Emerson turned around and saw Devane. You knew she was going to be here, Emerson thought. There was no way the Divine One wasn’t going to get chosen. She forced herself to smile. She didn’t want to have a thing with someone in the group. It was time for her and Devane to start over.
    â€œIsn’t it cool? We both got in!” Emerson said. “Little dogs with coats for everyone!”
    Devane stared at her for a moment, then smiled. Actually smiled. “That’s right. We have to start picking out cute names.