The dance project: YouTube boyband

Chapter 18

I headed into the rehearsal with my head held high thinking positive things. I needed to be positive.

But I was still annoyed with Joe.

I popped into the changing rooms sorted myself out then went into the studio ready to see Joe. I didn't know how to act around him. Did I act normal or annoyed?

I walked into the studio and saw Joe laughing with Gemma. I despised her. I gritted my teeth and walked the other way not daring to look at her.

He knew I hated her - he was doing it in spite of me. Or was he?

Caspar was in the corner on his phone so I approached him.

"Hey," he smiled.

"Hi," I said through my gritted teeth. He noticed this and sighed before switching off his phone.

"What's up?" He asked.

"Joe,"

"What's he done now?"

"Gemma,"

He didn't say anything just hugged me. On a normal day this wouldn't have got to me it was just this particular day I was already annoyed.

I felt someone tap my back as I was in Caspars embrace.

"You ok?" I heard and released Caspar revealing it was Joe.

"Fine," I sighed.

"What's up Chlo?" He asked.

"Don't start me," I laughed. Then I walked away and headed to my starting place.

We started the rehearsal and went through about half an hour of the rehearsal before I spoke to Joe.

Finally he broke the ice and decided he would start on me.

"Why are you being so moody?" He asked.

"Moody? Come on Joe! Are you adding another thing to the list?" I shouted back.

"The list?"

"I'm fat, I'm ugly, I need to die, it's what your viewers told me! Now you're telling it to me!"

"Oh come on-"

"No Joe! That's why you went to Gemma because I'm such a disappointment."

"Don't be stupid!" He laughed as though the whole thing was a joke.

"Drop it Joe," I shouted back.

The rehearsal continued awkwardly. It was as though you could feel our tension linger in the room.

We proceeded with the dance practicing it over and over - every time I had contact with Joe I would just glare at him.

I could have either cried or hit him and I couldn't dare do one.

I had to be very careful how I responded to him.

I had to think to myself was he project worth it? If that was hate from one video imagine the hate from the project.

It truly scared me and there was nothing I could do about it. It was going to go viral and every single viewer would hate me. And Joe wouldn't stop it.

"Seriously Chlo?" Joe asked jumping me out of my thoughts as the music stopped.

Even though he snapped the words, his face showed a different attitude. His words spoke anger but his face spoke worry.

Maybe he was worried he had upset me?

Of course he wasn't.

"Seriously what?" I asked more gentle than as previous.

"Why are you being like this with me?" He asked, his tone also gentle.

"You put me in that position to get all that hate, and you didn't stop it," I sighed. "You didn't even come to check I was ok!"

"I would have but-"

"But what Joe? Caspar could find time but you couldn't? Well I'm sorry for not being much of a priority." I laughed gently but feeling damaged on the inside.

I felt as though he had put a knife through my heart. Seeing him with Gemma just twisted it and pushed it in further.

"I-" he paused for a moment. "I don't know what to say," he sighed.

"Well I'll give you an idea of something to say- what would you say if I told you I'm dropping out the hip hop project?"

"I'd say you're stupid if you're getting affected by hate," he laughed.

I was being serious though.

The thought of getting so much more hate terrified me and the only way I could stop it was dropping out.

"Well, I'm stupid me, is going home," I smiled and headed out the studio.

I speed walked down the corridor towards the changing rooms.

A part of me wanted him to chase me down the corridor. To run after me and try to get me back into rehearsal because he needed me. But another part of me didn't want him to come because it would make me re consider my choice.

He did come.

"Wait chlo!" He shouted.

I halted in place and waited for him to catch up with my but I didn't turn around to face him, I let him walk to in front of me.

"Don't go," he sighed.

"It's too late Joe!"

"If that's how you want to be," he replied.

I thought he would take more than that to leave me alone. However as he walked away I didn't want him to leave me alone anymore.

I wanted him to give me a hug and tell me I was beautiful. I wanted him to hold me and tell me it was all ok.

But he didn't.

"Joe," I shouted after him as he walked away. I expected him to turn around with a saddened look on his face but he looked unimpressed and angry.

"To think I thought I loved you," I laughed. His face softened quickly. "Loves a joke." I said and headed into the changing rooms leaving him to think.

I sat and cried in the changing rooms for a solid ten minutes. The tears kept flowing and flowing.

This project was too much stress and I really wondered why I was doing it.

My time doing the dance project was over.

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