"I NEED ROSETTA FOSTER, ALLISON MARSHAL, AND MITCHELLE LEVI TO THE WINGS! CURTAINS OPEN IN FIVE!" Mitchy runs in and out of the dancers and stage crew backstage, rushing to get to her spot.
Mitchy sees Ally and Rosie in the wings of the stage, waiting for their que. Ally in her red leotard, ready for her gymnastics routine, and Rosie, with her identical blue costume, matching Mitchy.
𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐲'𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐞 :
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"Where have you been!? The scouts are here!" Ally motions her hand to show Mitchy the 4 men with clipboards in the front row of the audience.
"Oh god! I forgot about the scouts!" The curly headed girl slaps her forehead, disappointed.
Mitchy quietly stomps to the wings, slugging to the ground, lacing up her shoes.
"What took you so long anyway?" Rosie walked over to Mitchy who was sitting on the ground.
Ally wanting to listen in, forms a circle with Mitchy and Rosie. A slight smirk creeps up Mitchy's face. Followed by heat to her cheeks.
"I was...I was talkin' to this boy." Mitchy says, shyly.
Ally and Rosie gasp as a smile grows upon their faces.
"You found yourself a southern cowboy!" Ally nudges Mitchy on the shoulder.
"He's not a cowboy. Oh Ally, he was sweet as ever. I talked to him for about 3 minutes outside- in the parkin' lot."
"What's his name?!" Rosie says, leaning in. Ally follows.
"Elvis...Elvis Presley." The girl starts turning bright red.
"Your turning the same color as a Georgia peach!" Ally says, as the group begins to laugh.
"SHUT YOU MOUTHS! Curtains open in 2 minutes. Good luck, spoiled brat." Maryellen says, kicking Mitchy on her way past the group.
"OW!" The group roll their eyes.
"I'll tell y'all more about him later. But Ally, it's almost I and Rosie's que so we gotta get to places." Up on the tips of her pointe shoes, Mitchy gives ally a hug.
