The fighting started here. I was like any young girl, Spice girl, *NSYNC, and Britney Spears freak. My parents (mom, dad, Cindy, and Jay) were all into the rock crap.


Driving to La Grange was always a war. Between my parents smoking (they all used to), and the inability to listen to my music, I turned to sleep.



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It was through sleep that the drive would end in the blink of an eye, thank God. During my little "naps" my dreams would always be of dance routines. Whether I knew them, or I had just made them up, they were there.