After a long night things got moving again. Today would be the competition. "The last time" Jon hoped.
He went through the proces again of being dragged arround in Rachels backpack again, and being put on in the dressing room. How much he hated it, he felt it was getting routine. With all the practise and wearing by Rachel, he knew and felt his form had adjusted to the form of Rachels foot. He really was Rachels ballet shoe.
The group gathered backstage as a previous group was preforming. Rachel and the others were quite exited to go on stage soon. None of them could really stand still, and Jon noticed. He was constantly twisted and bended as Rachel was moving arroundl stitting, standing, holding her foot, jumping.
Then the final moment came. It was Rachels groups turn. The group walked on stage. Jon had his usual view but also saw the audience cheer. Then they started. For Jon it was terrible again. Again it didn't hurt, but he relly hated it by now. After what felt like ages, the performance was over. Jon was happy. "This is the last time" he hoped. But instead of going back to the locker room, the girls got eats in the audience to watch the other groups. For Jon this ment the taste was there to stay for now. He was still just Girls footwear and there was still a longevening ahead. Atleast Rachel was sitting, which made the preasure from standing ease a bit.
Jon found Rachel couldn't really sit still so much. Sometimes she would even drag her foot onto the seat, sittingon top of him. Finally the performances were over. A presenter announced the group of Rachel had won. The girls jumped in the air bringing Jonback to reality. On stage this continued, and Jon could only really hold on to the thought that it would now really soon be over. Jon found this was true, because soon after that Rachel took him off gain in the locker room, and put him in the bag with the filty ballet gear on top of him. back at her accomodation the backpack he was in was trown ito the corner. It was the next day when he saw her face again when she opened the bakpack.
"Jon! I almost forgot about you!. Yesterday was great We won! but you knew that allready ofcourse! Thank you! You were great. I could get used by you as my shoe, but I have to return you as it wouldn't be fair for the others."
That reminded Jon that this was still just the beginning. Barely a week had passed since he made his wish, and he hadallready been a soccer sock for Mikey and now this endless time as Rachels ballet shoe.
"I cant turn you back right now; it saves me a ticket, and I don't thing you have your passport with you.". With that she picks you up from the bag and kisses the nose of the shoe before putting you back again. "Thank you! Eeew you smell Jon. Sorry for that. Well see you back home."
She closes the bag and soon after she flies home with you in her backpack.
