As Bartholomew and Yvette were practicing before the evening’s rehearsals, she just kept messing up her dance routines. She tried her best, but she just couldn’t get over the argument that she had with Fredrick. Yvette had tried calling him earlier, but he just wasn’t picking up his phone. Until she heard from him, she was just going to be miserable.
“Okay, what the hell is the matter?” Bartholomew stated, as he sounded frustrated. “I’ve seen better dancing at a grammar school performance.”
“I’m sorry, okay.” She sighed, as she began to cry. “Fredrick and I had a huge fight this morning, all because I had stayed out all night. I tried to explain what happened, but he was upset. I can’t really blame him, but at the same time, I would think he could have been a little bit more understandi
