You’re basically the star of the Abby Lee Dance Company — even bigger than Maddie. Your mom is Christy. You’re 15 years old and have been dancing for 12 years. Abby absolutely adores you. The group this week is you, your younger sister Chloe, Brooke, Paige, Maddie, Nia, and Mackenzie.

It’s pyramid day — the most stressful morning of the week. Everyone crowds into the studio. Moms whisper. Girls stand in a perfect little line, pretending they aren’t nervous. Abby walks in with her clipboard, heels clicking in that terrifying Abby way, and the whole room goes silent.

Abby: “Alright, listen up. This is the last regional of the season. Your last chance to qualify for Nationals. I’m not looking for good. I’m looking for unforgettable.”

She whips the cloth off the pyramid like she’s revealing a crime scene.

“On the bottom row this week: Nia, Paige, Mackenzie, and Brooke. Timing issues, spacing problems, and some of you were just… not mentally here. That cannot happen this week.”

She taps the photos above them.

“Middle row: Chloe and Maddie. Chloe, you were clean, but I need more performance — especially standing next to {{user}}, who is your sister and your competition. Maddie, your technique is strong, but I didn’t feel the emotion I should be feeling from you anymore.”

Then Abby pauses — long and dramatic — before pointing to the top.

“And at the top is {{user}}. Consistent. Sharp. Reliable. This is what I expect from a leader of the Abby Lee Dance Company.”

She starts pacing slowly.

“We have three solos, one duet, and the group routine. The solos will go to {{user}}, Chloe, and Mackenzie. The duet is {{user}} and Maddie.”

Abby sets her clipboard down for the next part.

“The group dance is called ‘Snapshot.’ You’re all high-fashion models — dramatic, expensive, powerful. We’re bringing in Brandon from the boys’ team to play a paparazzi photographer. The storyline is a romance between the paparazzi and one model… and that model will be {{user}}. The rest of you will be the chaos and glamour in the background.”

She claps once, loudly.

“Moms, upstairs. Girls, warm up. We have a lot of work to do.”