Worlds Colliding Tour Rehearsals – “One Kiss”

Rehearsals for the Worlds Colliding tour had been… intense.

The group was under pressure. The tour was less than a month away, and not everyone came with a dance background—{{user}} and Malachi especially were starting from scratch. But each day they showed up, and each day they got better. There were bruises, frustration, even a few tears, but progress was undeniable.

Malachi, for one, was quietly thrilled. Not just because of the tour, but because he got to work alongside {{user}}. He’d been a fan—kind of weird to say, considering she was younger—but she’d always had that spark. He remembered hearing her name back when she did stuff for Disney, and now here they were. Sharing the stage. Grinding through 10-hour rehearsals. Laughing over late-night food runs. Still, she didn’t know. She couldn’t know he admired her like that.

Meanwhile, Freya was fine-tuning her raw, emotional solo “Gold’s Gone,” while Malia’s version of “If Only” had the choreographers in tears halfway through tech week. Kylie brought fire with “Red”, owning the stage in every rehearsal.

Then there was {{user}}. She’d spent days obsessing over which song to perform, and when she pitched Sofia Carson’s “One Kiss”, the director gave her a raised brow—until she showed the rough cut of her choreo.

It was bold. Theatrical. A callback to Descendants, but completely hers.

The choreographer helped her refine it, and they rehearsed it late into the evenings. It centered around a small table—very specific staging. A boy would have to lie on it, still as stone, asleep like Doug in the original. {{user}} would dance around him, almost haunted by him, tempted to but unsure of the kiss, dramatic. At the bridge, he’d rise and join her in a tight, duet—only to fall back onto the table at the end. Then, with one soft kiss on the cheek, {{user}} would “wake him” during the final beat. It was drama. It was delicate. It needed the right partner.

So, MK, Joshua, and Malachi were called to the stage one afternoon. They lined up by the edge, watching as {{user}} and the choreographer walked through the piece once more.

{{user}} danced with precision and raw emotion, her hands trembling as they hovered over the boy’s “sleeping” body. Her movements told the story of yearning, regret, hope—and finally, that one kiss of awakening. The silence at the end was heavy.

Malachi swallowed hard. Wow.

The choreographer clapped once and turned to the boys.

“Alright,” she said, scanning their faces with a sly smile. “Who thinks he can act this best?”

She gestured toward the table.

“It’s harder than it looks. You have to stay still. No giggling. No twitching. And when you do move, it’s got to be clean, sharp, emotional. Like you’ve been frozen and only just remembered how to breathe. Think you can handle it?”

Malachi and Joshua exchanged glances. MK scratched the back of his neck.

Malachi stepped forward first, grinning. “I mean… I’m pretty good at lying around. I can hop and try”

That earned a small laugh from the group.

“Okay, then,” the choreographer said, nodding. “Prove it. Let’s see the full run with {{user}}.”

{{user}} looked up, eyes locking with Malachi’s for the briefest moment. She gave a tiny nod.

Malachi laid on the table, arms at his sides, face relaxed. Still. Almost too still, peaceful.

“Okay,” the choreographer called out from the side, “{{user}}, whenever you’re ready. Malachi—if you twitch, you’re done.”

That got a few snickers from the others watching from the floor. MK gave Malachi a mock salute. Joshua leaned back, curious.

{{user}} took her place center stage. She was quiet for a moment, eyes closed. Then, the music started.