I believed in Santa Claus until I was much older than the average kid. One year, my mom wrote `Merry Christmas, Stacy` on a chalkboard and told me it was written by Santa. I was like, `Oh my God, he knows my name!` I truly believed. Then a kid ruined it for me one day and told me there was no Santa, and I came home crying. The sad part was that the girl who told me was younger than I was.
They ended up wanting someone with an authentic British accent, and I didn`t have enough time to prepare and go in an audition and act like I could pull it off because I was training for dance.
It upset me because I put in over 250 hours of practice for this show ... and just because I had ballet when I was a kid, maybe it helped, but I was never the kind of dancer that I became during this competition, and I had never done ballroom dancing.