*Still March 25th, 3:16 PM, Marcella's Pov*
Some guy from Harry Styles management came.
He's talking to Abby in the back room at this very moment.
What are they talking about?
I have absolutely no idea, but I'm happy for the break.
We've been practicing since 8:00 am, nonstop.
To be honest, that's the most rest I've had in a year or two. Abby -for once in her life, even I can't believe it!- forgot to set her alarm clock!
Yes, the stickler Abby Lee Miller F-O-R-G-O-T something for once in her freaking life.
We're paying for it dearly though. We haven't taken a break all day, not even to eat.
I sit, watching Winter's interview, my head resting in my hand. They're going to ask me soon.
You know how on reality TV shows, after something crazy "suddenly" happens, it cuts to a person with a really nice backdrop behind them, who tells you their thoughts on the whole situation?
Yeah, we have to do that.
They also give us lines to read if we're not good at and/or, don't feel like improvising.
On top of that, most of the drama is completely made up. If we ever really do get into a fight or anything, it's blown up to gigantic proportions.
So much so, to where it's completely not real anymore.
Example?
Sierre once used my phone to make a call and accidentally dropped it.
What aired on Dance Moms Elite?
It supposedly caused a lot of trouble between the two of us and almost ruined our friendship.
In real life?
Sierre accidentally dropped my phone and cracked it. She apologized. I said it was cool. I then went out and bought another one using my 6,000 I get from each episode of Dance Mom's Elite that airs.
Our producers made that whole debacle last half a season.
Winter's voice drags me from my thoughts.
"Hey, you're up. They want to interview us about how '~shocking~' it must be to be in Paris so 'suddenly'."
I break into a smile "Oh, yes, being in front of the ~magnificent~ Harry Styles is terrifying. I feel as though I might faint!" I falling over, laughing in the same dramatic mock accent.
We laugh and Winter sits beside me and winks, "Go get 'em tiger."
"Yes, I will show the world my feline nature." I say jokingly as I get up and walk over to the camera crew.
I'm a sucker for stupid jokes that make absolutely no sense.
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Dancing Into His Arms (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)
FanfictionHe literally starts stroking his freaking chin, peering at me from under his dark sunglasses; attempting to look like that sexy bad-boy in the movies, I assume. But... I mean... what the heck, man? Just an hour ago you were skipping around on stage...
