"Her or me?" A tear rolled down Michelle's puffy cheek, "You have to make a decision."
For Michelle, life has always been about control-control in the studio, in her friendships, and even in the secrets she hides. But with an unexpected pregnancy...
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I can hear the loud music coming from Studio 1 along with the noise of a dozen wild children spending their time messing around instead of rehearsing. I would make them regret it if it wasn't for the fact that I have other priorities. I just don't have the time or patience to try to get them to change their ways today.
My mind is always bursting with great ideas, and I may just have one of the best ones right now. But I need a little help with pulling it off...
I open the door, revealing exactly what I was expecting to see. Immediately, I'm noticed, and I can see the pure shock on their faces.
"Miss Michelle!" Xander says, turning off the music, "Is there something you want?"
"We were just rehearsing!" Abigail lies.
"Rehearsing?" I question them, "Was that what that was?"
They can clearly see that I don't believe them.
"We were just blowing off steam." Abigail answers me.
"Right, sure."
They all stand in silence, waiting for what I'm going to say next. They're terrified of me, and it's sort of amusing. It makes me feel quite powerful.
And then I get to why I'm actually here: "Presley, can I speak to you outside?"
"Me?" She's shocked.
"Your name's Presley, isn't it?"
I hear a lot of quiet laughter coming from them all as I embarrass Presley. I then begin to walk outside, waiting directly beside the door for her.
And when she does find me, she says, "You- you wanted to speak to me?"
"Yeah, I did." I tell her, a serious look on my face, "We need to have a little conversation."
"Have I done something wrong?"
"No, no you haven't done anything wrong. We just need to talk about something, that's all." I instantly see the relief on her face.
I continue speaking to her, "You know, I've actually been watching you in rehearsals recently, and I've seen such an improvement lately. Not even in your dancing, just how you are as a person. You've really matured, and I'm quite impressed."
"R- really?" She says, a bright smile appearing on her face.
"Yeah, and it actually made me think." I begin to explain some things. "I was thinking that getting more opportunities would boost your confidence and help you reach a new level in your dance career. So, I'm offering you a chance to dance with A-troupe..."
I watch as her eyes widen in shock before that same annoying smile creeps through again. The way she never fails to show her crooked teeth really irritates me for some reason.
She throws herself into the air slightly. "No way!"
