OH MY GLOB! YOU'RE ASKING FOR MY NAME?! Ican'tevenIcan'tevenIcan'teven! The girl did a small fake cough.
My name's Megan Spencer! Americana Idol Extraordinaire! I'm Also youuuuuuuuuuuuur! Number! One! Faaaaaaaan! Megan clapped her hands lightly as if applauding herself. She then attempted another tackle on Annabelle, but missed as her target stepped to the side slightly faster than she anticipated, but it wasn't enough to deter her, Megan got right back up, as if that little event never happened at all.
What do you mean we might not be compatible? I know everything about you! Her eyes sparkled as she cocked her head to the side.
Everything.
There was a calm collective air coming from the Dance Team. They discussed matters calmly and many of the Idols had worked out their pairs already. Coach D scratched his head.
Hmm, I expected a bigger response? I suppose I lucked out with these kids, nothing to rambunctious. The room shook a little, as if two large objects were suddenly thrown against a wall and if you listened closely, you could almost hear someone constantly talking without taking a breath. A tan man walked towards Jessica.
Dressed in blue with an aloof look. Hey. You seem rather collected, not worried about the live? Same. Let's be partners? I'm not exactly sure what we'll be up against, but as far as I know, we're both close range fighters, we can perform a few pincer attacks if we plan ahead.