𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑺 ♥︎ 𝑶𝒓𝒍𝒂 𝑻𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒓 (The Next Step)

𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑾𝑶 ♥︎ 24

The new day dawned and Kate told Orla that morning that she wanted her to perform her National solo for some of the girls in the team.

Orla was pleased, she hadn't shown her solo to anyone yet.

It was to Do What I Want, a very sassy and upbeat song that Orla felt fit her choreo perfectly.

And, as the team watched, she hoped they thought that too.

"Right now, we're just watching Orla perform her solo, and... I think she's ready for Nationals," Giselle smiled.

"Nice!" Kate called, as Orla did an illusion right on the beat and went straight into some more choreo.

"Orla is great. She stepped up as our dance captain more than a year ago now and she always does what's best for our team," Chloe added.

"Good! Really deep in that plie!" Kate called.

She was happy. "The solo's coming along really well. I think she's so talented and she's really pushing herself and her stamina in this dance. We definitely have a chance of winning this dance with Orla."

Halfway through, the boys even walked in, and a thrill ran though Orla that James got to see her solo.

"Nice!" Kate called again, with no corrections.

Orla went into her turns before ending, facing the mirrors, with everyone clapping for her.

"Yeah!" Kate called through all the claps.

"Yo, that was sick!" James told Orla, following her to the cubbies as she went to get a drink.

"Thanks," Orla panted, taking a swig of her drink. "That's the first time I've ever shown it to anyone."

"Well, it was amazing," said James. "You're-"

"Orla! James! Come on!" Kate called them over and, once again, another moment was gone.

"Alright," Kate said once they were all gathered. "Well, now that you're all here, I need someone to get trained in first aid for Nationals."

"At least one person from every team at Nationals needs to have some sort of first aid training," she explained.

"Oh, James'll do it," Orla said, nudging her- well, whatever he was, forwards.

"Um, no I won't," he said quickly.

"Orls, I don't have time for CPR! I'm too busy taking scuba diving lessons for number seven right now!" He exclaimed.

"Why not?" Orla frowned.

"That's not on the list," James stated simply.

"Okay..." Orla considered it. "How about I trade that in for number seven?"

James had now completed every task on the list except number seven, so this was basically saying, take this lesson and we'll get back together.

Or it was Orla's way of saying, I'm tired of waiting for you, I wanna get back together.

James stood, shocked. "Number seven? So I don't have to learn juggling, or get my passport or anything?"

"Nope," Orla confirmed.

"I am down to switch!" James grinned. "Okay, on one condition, though."

Orla looked at him. "What?"

"You do it with me," James smirked.

"Ohhhh!" The whole team smiled.

"Okay, okay!" Orla held her hands up. "Fine, I'll do it."