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creativity and the desire to win!”
    Her in-box instantly
ding
ed with a message from Bria (“Great idea!”) and another from Liberty (“I am so winning that solo!”). Even Hayden responded right away: “One boy vs. five girls? Count me in!”
    Then she made flyers to hang up at the studio. On a bright pink sheet of paper, she wrote:
    Divas’ Dance-off!
Your votes will choose a soloist for the
Leaps and Bounds competition this weekend!
Come watch the members of the
Divas elite competitive team
battle it out in the ultimate soloist showdown!
When: Wednesday at 4:00 p.m.
Where: Dance Divas Studio
    â€œBattle it out?” Rochelle’s mom said, reading over her shoulder. “Showdown? That sounds alittle intense, don’t you think? Are you sure Miss Toni would approve?”
    â€œWell, she’s not here, is she?” Rochelle replied. “And besides, Toni always tells us a little competition is healthy. It inspires you to be your best.”
    â€œCompetition is one thing,” her mom pointed out. “But this sounds like a boxing match. What’s your dance?”
    Rochelle thought for a moment. She’d been so preoccupied organizing the dance-off, she hadn’t even considered her own routine. “I dunno,” she replied. “But it has to be something really cool, really different.”
    â€œDo whatever you like, hon. As long as no weapons are involved.”
    â€œMom, you’re a genius!” Rochelle shouted, leaping up to hug her. “That’s it!”
    â€œOh, no.” Her mom hesitated. “I don’t like the sound of that . . .”
    â€œI know exactly what I’m going to do.” She got a mischievous glint in her eye. “You’ll just have to come to the dance-off on Wednesday to see!”

Chapter 8

Dancing with the Divas

    Rochelle had never spent so much time in the dance studio. Usually, she was out the door as soon as Miss Toni announced, “That’s a wrap for today!” But in her new position—the Divas’ substitute coach—she was determined to make sure every detail of their dance-off—not to mention all the routines for Leaps and Bounds—were in order.
    Liberty desperately needed a pink spotlight for her solo. “I’ve searched everywhere,” she complained to Rochelle. “Do you know where the colored filters are?”
    Rochelle hated to help Liberty, especially whenshe knew all she wanted to do was beat everyone else. But she had promised Miss Toni everything would run smoothly.
    â€œIt should be in the prop closet,” Rochelle told her.
    â€œDon’t you think I looked there?” Liberty said grumpily. “I couldn’t find one.”
    Together, they went to the closet and began rummaging through piles of costumes, shoes, and assorted props, until they found a bin labeled “lighting.”
    â€œOMG, remember this?” Rochelle held up a neon green filter.
    â€œHow could I forget?” Liberty replied. “It was for our ‘
Wizard of Oz
–mosis’ routine at regionals. I was Dorothy. You were a flying monkey. It was perfect casting.”
    Rochelle ignored her comment. “We all looked like aliens in that green glowing spotlight,” she recalled.
    â€œAliens about to barf up lunch!” Liberty added, peering through the green lens.
    â€œ
Blah
.” Rochelle made a gagging noise and theyboth cracked up. For a moment, they forgot to hate each other’s guts.
    Rochelle spotted one last box they had yet to look through. She dug deep into the bottom and pulled out a pink plastic circle. “Got it!” she said. “Found the pink filter.”
    Liberty grabbed it out of her hand. “Finally!” She rushed out of the prop closet, leaving Rochelle with a mess to clean up.
    â€œUh, you’re welcome!” Rochelle called after her. Honestly, she didn’t know how Toni did it! A dance