"Nervous?" Mae asked me as I watched the current dancer on the stage.

"Me? Nervous?" I asked, followed by a scoff. "…Yeah, a bit. I have to keep my spot as the Male Soloist here and everyone here is so talented."

Mae rested a hand on my shoulder. "Ryder, you'll do great. No, you'll do better than great. You'll do amazing."

I sighed. "I don't know."

Mae raised an eyebrow. "What is this? Is Ryder Tony Prince doubting himself? Where are your arrogant comments? Where's the 'I know I'll do amazing' or 'These people can suck it'?"

Stupid Nonpareil approached us, every single one of them with a smirk on...