Writing Magic 5 (part 1)

For this chapter I have to write 3 parts of a story. It has to be about a competition. I have to write 1 page about the girl at the competition. 1 page about the girl hearing about the competition. And 1 page about the girl getting ready for the competion. (sorry for the spelling but I was not sure how to spell the French words) This is the part about the girl at the competition. Parts 2 and 3 coming soon...

There were so many of them. Dancers I mean. All lined up in the green room stretching and having people quiz them to see how fast the could change their tandos into frapes. I found a place at the barr and started to stretch.
"Hello." I turned to see a girl younger than me standing at the barr stretching. She was facing me so that we could talk.
"Hi." I said. A little shaky, for I was so nerves.
"I'm Mazie. Who are you?"
"Amber." I said bending my knees in my pleay.
"I'm 10," wow Mazie could read minds. "How old are you?"
"13. How long have you been dancing?" I asked, feeling it was my turn to ask a question.
"About 5 years. How about you?"
"10."
"You are nervous, aren't you?"
"Umm... maybe... well... yes. How did you know?"
"The way you're talking. You answer my questions in one word. Let me quot. 'Hi. Amber. 13.' Oh and this is were you said more than one word. 'How long have you been dancing?' Now you went bake to one word. '10.' And this is the last thing you said. 'Umm... maybe... yes. How did you know?'"
"Haha. I guess your right. I'm just nervous." I was stating to feel OK, not as nervous.
"Well you don't have long to be nervous. It's about to start." I looked around and noticed that there was a women in the center of the room trying to get the dancers attention. Someone whistled from the back of the room and everything be came still.
"Thank You. Hello to you all and welcome to our 5th annual additions for Summer Intensive. I am Ms. Farah. I will be one of your judges. This," she swept her hand to the side indicating a young lady with short brown hair, "is Emalee. She will tell you how is up next and ask you to line up.
"Remember girls this is not a full out competition. No one will be left out. You will all have a place. For this competition is just to see what your skills are.
"Good luck to all for you. I'll see you on Stage!" She left the room and Emalee stepped forward, "Miss Amelia Bortic," she called in a small soft voice but loud enough for us to hear it. "Please come to me." A tall girl stepped foreword and Emalee said somethings to her then the girl went out the door that led to the stage. "Miss Leana Perz." Again a girl stepped foreword and talked to Emalee. Then went out the door. And a third time Emalee called someone but this time the girl stud by the door instead of going out of it. Then the door opened and the first girl came in, the third girl went out and Emalee called on another. The first girl (Amelia) looked a little sad or mad. I leaned over to Mazie and whispered (for no one was talking all were waiting for there names to be called) "Why do you think she looks so downcast?"
"Perhaps she did not get as high a score as she had hoped." I nodded and straitened up to listen again. This went on for over half an hour. Still everyone was quite. "Miss Mazie Mactre."
"Here I go..."
"Brake a leg." I whispered then was silent watching as Mazie went out the door. It seemed like no time and she was bake a smile on her face.
"How did you do?"
"I'm in level two," she answer her smile getting bigger.
"Miss Amber Clacklington." I stood up strat and glanced at Mazie. "Your last name is Clackington?" She whispered. I nodded giggling. She started to giggle too.
"Miss Amber?" Emalee asked.
"Yes."
"You are 13 and have been dancing for 10 years and I correct?"
"Yes."
"Have fun..." She waved me toward the door. I waited till it opened and then I stepped out. I took a deep breath. I was always nervous until I got to the stage then it stopped. Then when I was about to go on I got nervous again, until I started and then it was fun. The girl before me, number 63 stepped off the stage. I herd then call my name again. and I stepped forward.
"Miss Amber, are you ready?" The man who addressed me had short hair and was wearing black worm up gear.
"I think so..."
"Alright." He went through some movements that I was to fallow when the music started. I memorized them, well tried to anyway. The music started and I started. It was hard and the teach-person was not doing it with me, which I'm not used to. I messed up but kept going. Finally I was done. The judges wrote something on a paper and handed it to the teacher, at least I would call him a teacher. He nodded and looked at me. He went through more steps and turns and things like that. The music started. It was all so fast I could not tell if I was messing up or doing things right. The music stopped and I panted for breath. One of the judges stud up and addressed me.
"Wonderful." She said then took a deep breath and looked at the other judges including Farah. "But all I can give you is level 3." She smiled teasingly, for level 3 is the highest level and girls my age don't usually get into it. I smiled excepted the paper she held out to me and excited the stage.