𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑺 ♥︎ 𝑶𝒓𝒍𝒂 𝑻𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒓 (The Next Step)

𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑶𝑵𝑬 ♥︎ 10

Orla was just wandering about the studio, seeing Stephanie, Tiffany and Chloe rehearsing a trio. Rehearsals had just finished for the day as Chris had the day off and Emily and Riley had also disappeared off for some family thing that Orla didn't know much about.

However, when she saw Kate in the office, rummaging everything about, clearly looking for something, Orla knew she had to help.

"Hey, Kate," she smiled as she came round the corner into the office.

"Hey, Orla," Miss Kate smiled, turning round slightly and continuing to look for something.

"What's up?" Orla asked.

"I just can't find this little black book," Kate said.

"I can see that she's just really overwhelmed, and I wanna do something to help," Orla said.

"Is there anything I can do?" Orla asked.

"Actually, yes!" Kate grinned. "If you could pick up the sample costumes from the costume store, that would be amazing. You have to get them before they close, though."

"It's so important to get the sample costumes today because the owner of the store is going on vacation," Kate explained.

"Okay, okay, don't worry, you can count on me," Orla smiled. "If I was a superhero, I'd be 'Get It Done Girl'," she held her arms up in imitation of a superhero pose.

"That's kinda a lame superhero name," Kate commented.

"Oh is it? There's your book," Orla handed over the little black book. "Not so lame, now, eh?"

She turned around and walked out the office. Kate called. "Thank you!" To her, and she smiled.

In the studio, Orla noticed James doing a flip he had been practicing forever. Beth, who was still obsessed with him, was by his side, watching him and clapping, even when his tries were bad.

"Well, you can do better than that," Orla told him, as he did the first part of the combo and bailed on the second.

"Yeah, I know that," James rolled his eyes, walking over to her, panting. "Hey, where you going?"

"Oh, I'm doing something for Kate," Orla started.

"I didn't ask what you're doing, I asked where you're going," James told her. "Listen up."

"Oh, I'm listening," Orla said. "I'm but going to pick up the sample costumes. Anyway, shouldn't you get back to your girlfriend?"

James laughed. "What, Beth? I'd rather tag along with you."

Orla wasn't convinced.

"I've known James a long time, and he loves it when someone's obsessed with him. It gives his huge ego a boost," she said. "The ego which I normally keep in check."

"Yeah, I think she thinks she's still your girlfriend," Orla joked.

"Okay, okay," James turned around. "Yo, Beth!" The girl looked up. "You're not my girlfriend!"

Beth grinned. "Okay!"

Orla sniggered. "She says that as though she's not going to come and fawn over you again when I get going."

"Well, she isn't, because I'm coming with you," James said.

"Um, no you're not."

"James is my best friend, but having him tag along on a task like this wouldn't be good. I know him. Very well."