"Where are you going?" Mom asked right as I was about to step outside of the house. "It's eight o'clock."

"The dance studio," I lied.

"This late?" Mom asked.

"Well, yeah," I said. "Mae and I are working on a piece for the talent show at school and we've been finding it hard to find time to practice."

I couldn't really tell my parents where I really was going. Dad might have been okay with it because he went to those places a lot when he was younger than me, but he was a dad now, so I didn't know if he would actually allow me to go.

"Oh, okay,"...