MIKEY'S POV
I go to my choreography rehearsal nervous as hell.
One because I'm going to see her for the first time since telling her I told Sharlize.
Two because Kyle's going to be there and chances are Sophie probably told him.
I open the door.
I see them sword fighting in slow motion.
I watch as Sophie slowly stabs Kyle and he dramatically falls to the ground.
"Who's the next boy and why's he late?" Sophie asked checking her phone.
I just stay by the door.
"Ugh. The next boy is Mikey." She said rolling her eyes.
"Man I wish this was a real sword." Kyle said.
I take a deep breath and walk in.
"I'm here." I said.
"You're late." She said.
"I know." I mumbled.
She sat down next to Kyle.
"Dazzle us." She said.
"What? No dancing?" I asked.
"No one else got choreography because it's kind of redundant. But I see you got your guitar." She said.
"Um okay." I said setting up.
I played my guitar for the first part and she played the track for the second part.
"Could've been better." Kyle said.
"Your confidence is lacking. This is your last shot to prove to the audience you belong in this band." She said.
"Again?" I asked.
She nodded.
I tried to be more confident.
"That was much better." Sophie said.
"I didn't like it cause I don't like you." Kyle said.
"Understandable." I sighed.
"I guess you're free." Sophie said putting the chairs and plastic swords away.
"Sophie, please wait and listen to me." I said.
