MIKEY'S POV
I'm such a fucking idiot I swear.
Why'd I have to say she was acting?!
The worst part is I have to see her again!
She's choreographing my group.
She hates me.
I get to the studio with my group, Topline.
I hear our song, Despacito playing.
I follow them in.
She sees us and pauses the song.
She hugs everyone but me.
"I like how you and Drew are matching." Michael said.
Drew had on a black muscle tee and grey sweatpants, Sophie had on a black crop top and grey sweatpants.
"Unplanned but we work it." She said.
She started teaching us the dance.
She was mostly paying attention to Michael cause he had a hard time picking up the moves.
"One more time with me. I can see y'all in the mirror so use your facials." She said.
She played the track and had us sing.
"More energy, Mikey." She said.
"Better, Michael." She said.
"Stop." She said cutting the track.
"Y'all have worked with me before, if you need a refresher of my expectations you need to be able to dance, sing, and still be able to hit the counts." She explained obviously subtweeting me.
"One more time with me. Remember your counts and facials." She said.
I remembered my counts and had high energy but she didn't pay any attention to me.
"Without me." She said watching us.
"Alright. That was better. Just remember counting is so crucial to this song. See y'all tomorrow." She said.
When I walked out, a force grabbed me by my jacket collar.
"Mikey?" He asked.
"Yes." I said.
"Kyle. Kyle David Hall. As in Sophie's older brother." He said.
"Oh no." I said.
"Yeah oh no. Heard what you said about our past." He said.
The door opened.
Out came Drew and Sophie.
"Sophie do something." I said.
"I'm going to make your life a living hell." Kyle said letting go of my collar.
"I will do something, Mikey." She said.
I watched as she kissed Drew.
"That wasn't a stage kiss if you were wondering." She said.
DREW'S OUTFIT:
SOPHIE'S OUTFIT:
