𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑺 ♥︎ 𝑶𝒓𝒍𝒂 𝑻𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒓 (The Next Step)

𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑾𝑶 ♥︎ 32

"They're doing alright..." Orla murmured to Emily, as the two of them, as co-captains, observed the team, who were practicing on the stage.

"Since Orlie got us through the fourth round, we'll be going up against Joanne Chapman's in the semi finals," Emily explained.

"I'm a little bit nervous because Joanne Chapman's is really good, but I am still very glad that we don't have to go up against LOD yet," Orla gave a tight lipped smile.

"Yeah," Emily nodded, before raising her voice. "Hey, guys! Just so you know we have around ten more minutes on the stage, so make sure you're in the zone, alright?"

But then West suddenly jumped down off the stage and ran up to Emily. Orla smiled at the two, who she knew had been getting close lately.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Hey, how are you?"

"Um, I'm just gonna..." Orla smiled awkwardly, ducking out of the situation and up to the stage.

She smiled back at Emily and West. West was smiling at the girl, and Orla swore she saw a blush building on her best friend's cheeks.

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CDC, the team going up against LOD, had just danced, and now it was Life Of Dance themselves that took the floor, each sporting tap boots and two wooden sticks which they slapped together along to the beat of the song.

"LOD's concept for their routine is that one person breaks free from the group, and the rest of the group try to pull them back," Chloe explained.

"It's kinda like LOD itself; you can never escape," Giselle said, wide eyed.

Their routine was very intimidating, and Orla knew that that was deliberate.

"I feel bad for CDC," she said, jaw clenched.

She reluctantly clapped as they finished, because even if the people didn't deserve applause, the routine did.

And then, of course, the results came.

"The first of two dance troupes in the finals is... Life Of Dance!"

It was expected; it was obvious. And Orla hated to hear it.

"So that means that, if we make it to finals, we're gonna be competing against LOD. And to beat LOD, well... let's just say it's a rare thing to do."

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And then, finally, The Next Step were in the wings. Their costumes were varied, with the boys wearing yellow vests and black shorts and the girls wearing beautiful flowery yellow dresses and hairbands of the same pattern.

Joanne Chapman had just taken the stage, their set sporting a glass box that was open at the back and a forest scene background. Everyone was dressed in black dresses and suits except one girl who wore a sage green ballgown.

"We should honour them with our presence," smiled Phoebe, and the team nodded slowly, heading into the wings properly to watch Joanne Chapman start their routine.

First, the girl in the green dress recieved a letter, and then the dance started, and it was mesmerising.

"The story behind Joanne Chapman's dance is dark, but in kinda a beautiful way," Emily began.