Saturday.
Since Ms. Lark can’t meet us, as mentioned in the previous meeting, I convinced everyone to practice today to prepare for the dance number coming in a few days. The dance routine went well, partly because they already mastered the steps, and it was going well and smoothly. However, I still was not contented with what we’ve been doing until now.
There was just something missing.
“What more do you want, Nami Yama?” Samantha blurted out. “We’ve been over this ten thousand times! Are you trying to kill us or something?” She complained.
“I don’t like it,”
“What? Are you—”
“Again. First position.”
I heard everyone grunt. I’m the team captain for a reason, and if something doesn’t seem right, it was my job to fix it.
In the middle of dancing the routine, the other members sudden
