DREW'S POV
I have full confidence in Sophie in this improv battle.
I've seen her before.
She's captured the attention of so many artists.
"Since this is a competition, there has to be a prize." Sharlize said.
"What do you want? Bragging rights to your nine Instagram followers?" Sophie asked.
"No. The prize is Drew." Sharlize said.
"Me?!" I asked in shock.
"Yeah, him? He's a living human, not the last cookie on the plate." Sophie said.
"I think it's fair." Sharlize shrugged.
"Fine, but if you win, you're going to truly see how miserable he is with you." Sophie said.
Sharlize went first.
She danced to playboy shit by blackbear featuring lil aaron.
It was nothing special.
She did a few turns and tricks.
But her facial expressions remained the same, a smirk and a duck face.
Sophie went next.
She danced to Mr. Brightside by The Killers.
She was amazing.
She told a story.
It was through her dance and her facial expressions.
Her face and movements corresponded with the lyrics.
Every time the singer said coming out of my cage, she'd do a different gymnastic trick.
She finished.
She was on the floor looking like she was about to cry.
"That's my girl!" I yelled.
"So we have a clear winner." I said.
"No! You can't judge because you're bias!" Sharlize yelled.
"Who here doesn't care about Sophie?" She asked.
No one raised their hand.
"Aw! Thanks! I like y'all too!" Sophie said.
"Let's try this, who's neutral with making decisions?" Sophie asked.
Chance raised his hand.
"Come on up." She said.
"Alright. Sharlize, your song was terrible and their wasn't much dancing. Sophie, you told a story. Therefore, I have to go with Sophie." Chance said.
"I get to keep my baby!" I said picking her up.
"I hate you." Sharlize said leaving.
"Can you say petty?" Sophie asked.
"I can say a lot worse." I said.
