Sister Circle✔️

56. Master Chill

LARK POV

Now that all the sorors were back on speaking terms, they started work on their next big event. Black Student Union hosted an Annual Step Show competition and it's the only time MAX stepped. It was open to all Greek organizations, even the non-Black, and many times they were top contenders. It was very competitive, and everyone brought their A-Game.

Because they only had four this year, they knew they had to bring something super explosive. In preparing for her first step show, Lark found out that she was "rhythmless" nation. She was not coordinated enough to learn the steps that she needed to do at the rate the other three got them down.

Jill served as Step Captain, of course, having the most experience with dancing. Stepping was nothing like dancing. It was intense and intricate and if you missed a beat, the performance would suffer. Mu Alpha Chi was not known as great steppers, but they always put on a great show and she did not want to disappoint this year.

"Jill, you're going to have to give me extra lessons. I feel so clumsy doing these steps."

Lots of stomping, hand-clapping, jumping, hopping, and chanting altogether. On top of that, they added theatrics to their show, giving the audience hopefully something to remember them by. Practices were brutal. Arms needed to be straight, not slouched. Everything needed to move like a machine. She could barely breathe after a few rounds of practice, even the asthmatic kept her pace and breathed through it.

"This is your first time, it's new to you, you'll get it."

Lark lay on the floor after their practice, still breathing hard, while the two others were already gone. "Really? I'm glad you have faith."

"With a little more practice. The show isn't for a while, that's why we practice far enough in advance."

"I feel like you guys should have taught me this while I was on line. Then maybe if you saw my two left feet, you would have dropped me like Essence."

"Girl! We never, ever say that witch's name."

They practiced in a big empty room in Hewett Hall they reserved three days a week. Three days a week were not enough for her, she needed more.

The door opened in the room and she thought it was one of her sorors coming back, but she looked up and saw Frankie.

"Zav told me y'all was still in here." He looked at her on the floor and came over to her. "What's wrong? Why are you on the floor?"

"Jill is killing me!"

"Girl, stop being dramatic." Both Frankie and Jill helped her up from the floor. "Okay, extra practice, just let me know. You're a MAX now, act like it. See y'all later."

Jill left and she rubbed her sore shoulder.

"Babe, you just need to exercise more, you won't be so sore. Wanna come to work out with me sometime?"

"No!"

"Just run a couple of miles, lift some weight."

"Boy, do I look like I can lift any weight outside of a burger to my face?"

"It doesn't even look like you do that," he said with a chuckle and she pushed him. He knew she was sensitive about her weight and he had to go there. "Lark, I'm just messing with you. Don't get so sensitive on me."

"Why would you joke about that when you know how I feel about it." She walked away from him, out of the room with him following her.

"Lark, why are you stressing over something other girls would kill for? To be your size."