Falling for the Enemy

Chapter three:My prayers have been answered

I pushed everyone aside, making my way towards the center of the crowd.  He was there, kneeling beside a dancer named Audrey.  Her head was swaying back and forth, her breathe was shuddering.  I could tell she was having a hard time. "Everyone, step back, you're polluting her oxygen. " They began to back away slowly, the air feeling a lot more spacious and clear. I told Scooter to open the door to let a breeze through. "What happened?" I asked. He continued to fan her. "I don't know actually.  One minute we're talking and laughing, the next she's on the floor grabbing her chest." I furrowed my eyesbrows. A heart attack maybe? But she's so young. A stroke? I doubt it. The meds show up with a stretcher,  and I moved back, rising to my feet.Once she was in the truck, one med turned to me and said, "Dehydration sure can kick butt, if you know what I mean." He was one if those cute nerdy guys with the big glasses, white smile, light blue eyes. I considered passing out so I could get mouth to mouth, but I didn't. He hopped into the truck, and closed the door. We all waved goodbye as they pulled off. "hey hungry eyes, are we done for the day?" I turned to see justin standing right behind me."You can't stand that close to me." he chuckled and bit his lip. "why not? do I intimidate you?" my eyes grew wide at the question. "no, you don't. its just weird." he threw his hands up, giving an apologetic look. "yea," I said "we're done for the day, its too hot to be practicing." he seemed almost shocked when the words left my mouth. "do you want to announce it?" I gave a quick head nod, and proceeded into the studio. "gather around please." we fell into a huddle. "audrey will be fine. she's on meds that she didn't take today, and shes dehydrated. im gonna visit her in the hospital tonight, and I'll keep you guys updated." I put my elbow on my knee and rested my head in my hand. " go home and sit in the air, drink plenty of fluids. we cant have yall passing out over something that can be avoided.  soon we're gonna go into this thing I call DTCT. That stands for dramtic tour crunch time. less breaks, more work, faster pace. when DTCT comes around,  its war time.  DTCT determines who is gonna preform with us and  who isn't." everybody began to mumble,  some people jaws dropped. "we're not all performing?" one guy asked. "no. because all of you aren't dedicated, and a lot of you can't even keep tempo, why sabotage the show?" justin looked at me sideways, then to scooter. "who said you were making these types of decisions?" a young brunette asked. "I did, and if you have a problem, God blessed you with two working feet that can help you exit this building. You got that?" she huffed, grabbed her bag, and began walking away. "thanks hun for not wasting my time." I called behind her. she gave me the finger and left. I laughed at her idiotic ways. "anyone else? don't stay here and waste my time. I don't get paid enough." everyone looked around, but no one left. I straightened my back. "DTCT is when yall will start to drop like flies, its my favorite time of prep for tour. Keep your heads up and stay focused, and I promise you'll be fine. " we all put our hands in a pile and when justin counted to three we screamed believe. everyone grabbed their stuff and left,  except me. I took the cd that we practised to out of the player and put mine in.  I had some energy that i needed to release.