About half an hour before the show, she decided to go and check on Skyla, to see what she was doing. She was not wearing anything fancy, just a pair of black tight pants and a button-down shirt. Getting backstage, she smiled, quickly spotting her friend. Hey, you, she greeted her, moving closer. How are you, is everything alright?
All I want is to be home right now... Not to be wearing these ridiculously high heels, and to be curled up with some chocolate watching some trashy DVD. But I can't pull out though... Juliet would murder me!
Suddenly an idea popped into her mind and a crafty grin spread over her expression. Idrys could fill in. She knew the dance and with some (kind-hearted) manipulating, Skyla was sure that the girl would be willing to help her.
When the blonde came in to check up on her, Skyla's expression instantly dropped to one of sadness. "Been better. Sprained my ankle just before, heel twisted under me, she began, pulling truthful-sounding lies out of midair. "I doubt I'll be able to do the dance tonight. Ugh, Juliet's gonna murder me..."
She moved closer to her friend and sat down by her, looking down at her ankle. Signs of injury were not visible yet, but they would probably show up soon; those heels were a pain in the ass. Sweetie, this can't be, the blonde said, passing a hand through her hair. You know how many people are out there, waiting for the dance?
No, what's unfair is Juliet[/i] telling, not asking me to do this dance. Just because I'm her favourite. Never thought that favouritism would come back to bite me on the butt...
"Yes, I know how many. Felix certainly did a brilliant job of advertising it this time round," she replied with a sigh. She leaned over and dragged the stool from the next work-station to her, propping her foot up to keep appearances. "But I can't dance with this ankle. Not unless you have some miracle cure stashed away somewhere..." she joked feebly.
Is the Adonis guy here? she asked, having no idea who he was. Oh God, Coco was the only one who knew the dance, but she's not in the country. This sucks so much, she mumbled, shaking her head, and rubbing her face slightly.
"Screw ol' Coco," she growled at the name. As far as she was concerned, out of the country was not far away enough. Checking her phone, she scowled. A heads up text about where you are would've been nice, Alex... "Look, you've seen me dance it. You've probably got the whole thing memorized, right down to on which note I take a breath. You've got to dance this for me. There's kinda no other way out..."
"Sweetheart..." she mumbled, not even sure what to say at first. "I can't dance. I'm sorry, but I can't. I am not a dancer, I don't look the way you do, so I can't just show up in those flimsy nothings. I... I'm sorry," she mumbled, timidly shaking her head.