Chapter 3
Brooklyn Wells reached her arms high over her head, feeling the ache in her muscles as she moved. She knew the first week of training was going to be grueling, and she was ready for it, but it didn’t make her body feel any better. She bent down and dug in her purse for her bottle of ibuprofen. This was a double dose kind of a day. She swallowed them down and looked over her notes.
Things were off to a good start. With a solid crew of ten women, that gave her eight for most formations with two alternates on any given night. If someone was sick or needed a break, two of them could be out and not affect their dances and cheers. But it would also be easy to add them in if all ten were ready to perform. It was the perfect squad number, and she’d been very pleased with their practice
