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Keith inhaled and exhaled deeply in an attempt to calm his nerves. The final results for the step team had finally been posted outside of the coach's office and he was more than anxious to know if he made the cut or not. Auditioning for the step team was not on his senior year bingo card, but he was determined to step outside of his comfort zone and try something different.
"Babe what are you waiting for? Go look!" Stacey urged, gently pushing him towards the door.
"Fuck... okay," Keith sighed, running his hands down his freckled face.
"Was the list posted yet?" Luke panted as he jogged up the hallway.
"Yeah," Keith clenched his jaw in anxiety watching his friend come towards him.
Luke's Doc Martens squeaked against the tile floor as he finally reached them, taking quick breathes to regulate his respiratory system. "Damn them stairs whooped my ass I need to get back in the gym," he panted, holding his hand over his rapidly beating heart. "Did you look at the list Keith?" he glanced at him.
"No, he in his anxious black boy bag right now," Stacey giggled, rubbing Keith's arm in a soothing manner.
"I'm ripping the band aid off. Fuck it," Luke's eyes scanned over the printer paper, his face instantly lighting up seeing his name and Keith's name on the list. "Nigga we made it," he announced, circling their names with his finger.
Keith's mouth fell slightly open in shock. "Quit playing."
Luke stale faced him. "Nigga the only thing I know how to play is the guitar," he emphasized.
Jermaine came from around the corner, slinging his blue JanSport backpack over his shoulder. "Damn y'all made it here already. What about me?" he questioned, trying to remain nonchalant when he was freaking out on the inside. He tried out for the step team on a last-minute whim after being convinced by Luke and Keith to do it. Since Jermaine was fired from The Shahidi Law Firm, he now had extra time on his hands to pursue extracurriculars.
"You made it too! Yuuuhhh!" Luke dapped Jermaine up, feeling elated at the moment.
"Congratulations babe!" Stacey squealed in excitement, hugging Keith tightly. "You were stressing out for no reason. I knew you were going to make the team! Quit doubting yourself. You're that nigga. Act like it," she hyped him up, pulling away from their embrace.
Keith looked down at his burgundy converse, feeling his cheeks become hot and flushed. Hearing Stacey hype him up and speak life into him affirmed him in so many ways. "Thank you Stace. I really needed that," he grabbed both of her hands, intertwining their fingers. "You are now looking at one of the newest members of Barrymore's very own step team, Gentlemen of Barrymore," he grinned widely.
