Ok, Internationals, it’s a big deal. Every top dance studio, competing for the top spot, and Sweden was the main concern, because they were incredibly good. Crazy good, and that was to the concern of A-Troupe.

But now wasn’t the time to worry, right?

It was the time to relax— if you take into the account that A-Troupe were out on a party to celebrate landing in Miami, while you and Noah weren’t exactly in the mood, so you stayed back at the hotel, in your hotel room.

“Internationals.” Noah almost couldn’t believe the word as he uttered it, shaking his head with a chuckle, because it was that unreal— who could say they’ve lived that, a world stage?

Damn, it was a big word, literally, and not in the vocal sense. His mind was blown.

“And to think it took us a dance battle to get here.” A grin spread on his face, cause he knew he won that, and beating Elite was the best feeling, and having his best friend — you — with him.