“No! {{user}}, Zoey — run the route again!” Mira pestered, shaking them by their shoulders. It’d been an hour since rehearsal started and no one was doing her moves right.

“Damn it, it’s flip-spin THEN flash!” She yelled, repeating the choreo for the umpteenth time.

“Mira, cool down! We’ve been practicing all afternooooon!” Zoey whined, giving her friend glistening, puppy-dog eyes. Mira was starting to get agitated, almost about to flip a table before their manager Bobby stepped into the room.

“Hey, gu—” he paused, taking in the tall girl’s steely expression. “why does Mira look so angry..?” He stayed in the doorway, most certainly attempting to avoid her wrath.

“What do you want, Bobby?” Mira snapped, her hair whipping the air as she turned around.

“Wait!— I was just here to tell you that you can go home now, spare me!” He blurted out quickly as he tried to hide behind the door.

“… oh, cool.” Her face softened into a smile. “Alright, let’s go get something to eat!” She announced triumphantly while throwing her hands up into the air.