Cheer Angels

Squad Challenges

"Alright team. So, I have something to tell you all. Once a month, we'll be doing a squad challenge, at the end of the month, we will perform the squad challenge, and they will get increasingly harder."

Coach Pheobe's words echoed across the gym. Filming really started to kick in now.

"The routine that we are doing is Beat It."

Emma lit up and raised her hand.

"By Micheal Jackson?"

"No, by Fall Out Boy because it sounds more legit."

"I've never even heard of that version."

"It's my favorite, Emma. That's all that matters."

Phoebe did a little circle.

"Let's start choreographing this routine. This is like a 1 2 3. I think you understand."

"No?"

"You guys are so stupid! Learn to understand the context clues!"

"Uh..."

"SHUT UP EMMA! Jeez, just shut up! I'm never going to teach you this routine because you all are so rude and so stupid and so ignorant! Let me speak for once!"

Phoebe took a deep breath.

"Because Iris failed as a center and because our routine sucked and we ruined our first impression to the Angels, Ling will be the center and there will be no stunts in the routine."

Iris was offended but glad at the same time. Ling was glad.

"First things first. Jake, Greg, and Chris. Stand in the back and just be support for now."

Jake, Greg, and Chris moved.

"That's three less people to take care of. Anyways, there will be 1's, there will be 2's, and there will be 3's. Emma is a 1, Vicky is a 2, and our center, Ling is a 3. Does that sound clear? I think everyone else can learn by example."

Everyone besides Jake, Greg, Chris, Ling, Emma, and Vicky were both shocked and confused.

"Don't you have to learn by example in school? Isn't that the purpose of learning. Whatever, I'll teach you six who are already positioned the moves and everyone else can watch and learn."

Phoebe turned on the radio. The music started to blare and she counted what number moves she was doing.

"One!"

"Three!"

"Two!"

What made Phoebe different from Florence in terms of dance was the way that Phoebe executed her moves. Florence was all about accuracy and grace, while Phoebe was more speed and energy. She also tried to make moves that nobody had ever seen, however, she doesn't have a good sense of rhythm, so her getting the moves just right is either a hit or miss. If you correct her on it, she will rip out your hair.

After she finished her routine.

"Does everyone understand?"

No one replied.

"Hello? Am I dead inside?"

"Sure."

"Thanks Rachelle. Somebody actually listens around here."

"What about me coach?"

Phoebe turned around to Mike.

"What about you?"

"Why are you not putting me in the routines with the others?"

"Didn't you have an injury or something like that?"

"No."

"Then what are you complaining about?""

"Why can't I perform with my team?"

The team gasped.

"Your team? You put blood and sweat into this team? You picked out the members, you picked out the colors? And the theme?!"

"I'm the co captain of this team, and why can't I perform? Are you dense in the head or something?"

"I have OCD you stupid prick! I need an even number of people...."

"Odd."

"Don't correct me you stupid!"

"Even your grammar is bad."

"I can't! I can't with you! Why are you even sitting if you want to perform?"

"Because you said that you would throw me off a roof if I didn't sit still."

"So what's the problem?"

"You are the worst person to pick a fight with."

"Thank you."

"That wasn't supposed to be a compliment."

"Whatever."

Phoebe yelled to get everyone's attention.

"We have so much to do in so little time. Anyways, I'll teach Jake, Greg, and Chris the moves. Just follow me."

The music started again. Phoebe had the same energy as before except this time there were less moves than what the girls would have. Half of the time, they would be down on the floor waiting for their cue. None of their moves were really outstanding or impressive, they were just... there to give it a little razzle dazzle.

"And that's it. Any questions?"

Rachelle raised her hand.

"No."

"But you said-."

"I said no!"

Phoebe almost exploded in rage.

"How many times do I have to tell you? No! You don't do that! You don't do this! No! No! No! No!"

Phoebe's rage turned into a child whining.

"Why can't you follow directions for once in your stupid lives?"

She ran and started loudly crying, exiting the gym and slamming the doors so loud that everyone could hear from a 2 mile radius.

Mike was the first person to say something.

"The witch is gone, breathe while you can."

Tracy took a breath.

"Thank god."

She went up to Mike.

"Phoebe made a decent routine that we have to learn or else we don't get money. We all know that Phoebe is reality TV gold."

"Oh yeah, I forgot we were on TV."

"Nice to know Iris."

"Anyways, thank you Tracy for whatever you just said, but we have to make this routine."

"I prefer the original Micheal Jackson Beat It."

"I think we all do. And we have to make the best out of this routine because when Phoebe comes is when all hell breaks loose."

"You could say that again."

"I don't even know what our team name is, we just received stupid uniforms that said Cheer! The colors are not bad, but what team is called cheer with an exclamation mark?"

"Phoebe's."

"Cheer Serpents?"

"Isn't that a snake?"

"What about the Cosmopolitans?"

"That sounds legit, Brooke."

"Thanks Tracy, I have a good eye for naming things,"

"Ok, it's settled. We are Team Cosmopolitan. Sounds fancy and we are fancy. I mean, why wouldn't we be. Mike and I are the top notch captains. So ahoy and welcome aboard to the ship. We have a long ride until we dock again."