𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑺 ♥︎ 𝑶𝒓𝒍𝒂 𝑻𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒓 (The Next Step)

𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒓𝒚 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆𝒔

"Hey, guys!"

Orla and James practically ran into Studio A as Orla took in the dancers they were judging. Richelle, Ozzy, Summer, Piper, Davis, Kingston, Noah and Jacquie all stood in the room. They were all just milling around, but all of then gasped as they saw Orla and James.

"James! What-?" Piper shouted as she ran towards her brother, hugging him.

"Hey, Pipes!" James smiled, hugging his sister.

"Aww, if only my own little sibling reacted that way!" Orla said, hands on her hips, looking at Noah.

"Not so little anymore," he complained, and it was true. He now stood way taller than her, arms muscly and face toned.

"You'll always be my little brother to me," Orla said, smiling as she gave him a small hug, everyone either 'awwing' or laughing.

"Okay, okay, enough family reunion!" Orla said, gathering the dancers round as they faced her. "So basically, Emily and Michelle have trusted us to pick the best dancers for this contemporary dance-"

"There's no 'us', she's the one who's going to be deciding, I'm here to 'help'," James said, elliciting a few laughs from the boys and a couple eye rolls from Richelle, Jacquie and Piper, who, obviously, knew what James was like.

"Anyway," Orla said. "The way I decided to do this was to pair you guys up. I know quite a few of you and competition is where you thrive, so we're going to see that today. You'll dance against your partner and we'll judge it, the four winning dancers making the team."

All four nodded, smiling as James said. "Okay, I'm gonna say the pairs because that's about the only helpful thing I'll be able to do..." he got a few laughs before saying. "So they are: Kingston and Ozzy, Piper and Davis, Noah and Jacquie, and Richelle and Summer."

All of this was digested before Orla said. "You guys have an hour to prepare your solo, but it will mainly be freestyle, and we will decide who wins each battle."

"Also, no bias," James put his hands up. "We know that our siblings are dancing and we won't-"

"James, they're not seriously going to think that-" Orla nudged him.

"They could-"

"We're not idiots-"

"Well, we-"

"Okay, okay, right, we get it," Noah said, stopping the two from arguing any further and putting his hands up. "You two done fighting?"

"You done being annoying?" Orla mocked back at him.

Noah laughed. "Touche, Orls. Touche."

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An hour was up sooner than later, and soon, Orla was standing next to James, watching the first battle, which was Summer v Richelle.

This was a very close battle.

Richelle was amazing and she was technically trained and she could turn and leap and trick and flip, but she lacked... emotion. She was sort of... stagnant.

Summer was slightly less... crazy, and she didn't do as many tricks, but... her emotion was flawless. It was there. And it did stand out against Richelle's technique.

And Summer's dance told a story. Whereas Richelle's just didn't. And in contemporary... Orla hated to admit, the story needed to be there.