And so the practice for said fair had started and it took all of the girls (and her classmates) strength to the point of the girl getting ill and so tired at the end of the day she could fall asleep sitting. And a whole week was spent into said practices until one Saturday they decided to go into a place far from her house and is near the city hall/ flea market.
The practice area was on a wide open place with no roof (with the trees being the immediate shade you'll get) hence making the late morning/noontime heat even unbearable and no chairs to sit on (only the bricks under the trees), then add the new steps and it became atrocious.
Throughout the afternoon, as they get the new steps and all the jazz the instructor told the girls to rest and they watched the boys danced for their lives (its an exaggeration but well)
And then the girl noticed the way the little guy who looks like 12 dance and well.... shit
Said guy was so good at dancing it was ridiculous
ridiculously good.
He was so good at it the girl ended up slightly cheering for him and gush about how great it is. It continued until they're about to go home and she ended up looking for the little guy that leads to her small friend's response of "ow you have a crush on him, eh?"
To which the girl vehemently disagreed (because she's just... not)
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