𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙛𝙪𝙡 - 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙧 - discontinued

glasses

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the next day, brady comes in with a pair of glasses made out of plastic, pipe cleaners, and pom-poms. it looks like a five-year-old's failed art project, but he looks so proud of himself when he walks through the door with them on that you can't help but love him.

 the glasses, not brady, of course. not him. them. the glasses. yeah.

"what are those?" pressley exclaims when he walks in, giggling and taking a picture on her phone.

 i laugh and snatch them off of his face. "hey!" he says indignantly. 

i turn them over in my hands. "how did you make these?"

he shrugs. "bent a few glow-sticks glued on some pipe cleaners, put them in these tubes, put 'em on. what do you think? i'd say i look pretty hot." he takes them back and poses. 

i crack up, tripping over hannah's backpack and landing face-first on the floor, which only makes us laugh harder. luckily, the cameras aren't rolling, so me falling flat on my face won't make it onto national t.v.

then i realize pressley is standing behind an abandoned camera, recording me. 

"press!" i scramble up, still laughing, but my face turns pink with embarrassment. 

"you're not recording me, are you?" 

she giggles. "this'll be great for the blooper reel."

"what blooper reel?" a producer named connor walks in. "ms. pressley, please don't touch the cameras."

"but i recorded this funny clip of willow, look!" she shows him. a small smile spreads on connor's stiff, blank i-can't-talk-to-you-i'm-the-manager-of-this-whole-show face. 

"wholesome content. i like that. maybe if there's room..." he ponders for a minute. "thank you, ms. hosbach, but please don't do that again."

"wait, what?" i say. "no. please don't air that."

connor pretends not to hear me, stands up, and walks back to the crowd of black-clad men operating microphones, carrying the small camera. 

i fight back tiny tears, partly because i'm scared people will make fun of me online for my trip, partly because i'm just tired and ready to go home even though we haven't even started yet. i swipe my cheek and grab my dance bag to head into the studio.

"pressley!" brady turns on her. "why would you do that?"

she shrinks. "i-i'm sorry. i thought it would be funny."

"well, it wasn't."

"girls and brady, time for the pyramid!" abby shouts. brady gives pressley one more disapproving look and heads into the studio.

quick a/n: I LOVE PRESSLEY SHE'S ONE OF MY FAVORITE S8 DANCERS!! I HATE MAKING HER THE VILLAIN AND I PROMISE SHE WON'T BE ONE FOR THE WHOLE STORY