𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑺 ♥︎ 𝑶𝒓𝒍𝒂 𝑻𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒓 (The Next Step)

𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 ♥︎ 23

They were there.

They were in Miami.

Internationals. Had. Arrived.

After a long plane journey, TNS had finally made it, descending the escalator into the theatre right then. The whole team and Miss Kate were there, and all were a bit hyper.

"Do you see that?"

"Look at them-"

"Oh my god, this is amazing-"

"Do you think-?"

See, Internationals was different from Regionals or Nationals. There were lots of Nationals and Regionals, but only one Internationals. And people from all over the world came to compete.

There was Italy, France, Poland, Germany, South Africa, England, even Sweden, the team famed for being the ones to beat, and the country Amanda had gone over to.

And Thalia, it seemed, could speak all of these languages and more.

"Oh, no, she just knows how to say hello in all these languages," shrugged Eldon when Orla asked. "She's not fluent in them."

"Okay, come in!" Kate said, calling all the team round after she had spoken with a woman at the register desk. Once everyone was there, she said. "So apparently, all the North American studios register tomorrow, so we get an extra day off."

"Ayyyyy!" Orla grinned, for she knew that, as dance captain, she would be required to stay with Kate for registering tomorrow whilst everyone else got to bunk off again.

As Kate went to go ask where their dressing rooms were, Stephanie, from beside Orla, said. "Guys, I really wanna do a tour of Miami!"

"Yeah, same!" Orla grinned.

"Wait, but aren't those, like, really expensive?" Giselle and Amanda, who were standing there too, frowned.

"Well, lucky for you guys, it's free," West grinned round at the four girls. "I'll take you all on one myself."

Orla grinned, looking at Giselle.

"How do you say no to that?"

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After a quick change at the hotel, all five of them getting into more summery clothes, West led them all to a Miami beach, where the sand was pale and the bright blue waves were lapping it up.

"We are finally here!" West declared as they ran down to the sea. "A Miami beach!"

When they got there, he took his socks and shoes off, and gestured to Amanda to hand him a full water bottle he had made her carry.

"Wait!" She said, holding it back from him. "What's this for?"

"Well, if you must know," West sighed, snatching the bottle. "This is Pacific Ocean water! My Uncle North gave it to me."

"Wait, pause!" Orla was close to bursting out laughing. "Your Uncle North? Your last name's North?"

"Yeah," West shrugged.

"So that means that your name is West North?" Stephanie asked.

"Well, if you include my middle name it's West East North," said West.

"What happened to South?" Orla inquired.

"That's my mum," West shrugged.