A/N: Sorry. This took forever to write. And it was supposed to be longer but there are some poor people waiting for other chapters of other stories. I think I'll be writing this one in 5k installments.
I realized how many facts I messed up. I can't remember anything, so please bear with me. Oh, and I changed the rating. Because soon, when the claws come out, girls don't stop to think about censoring themselves, right?
On another hand, I just got back from a week at theatre camp! It was the most fun I've had in a while. We performed 'Harry Potter and the Wand of Destruction.' Guess who I was! EEEEK! It was so much fun. I love performing! Except my costume sucked. I had long BROWN hair tied in a bun, I wasn't allowed to wear fake glasses, and I had a BLACK eyeliner scar in the MIDDLE OF MY FOREHEAD. And my voice is too high to be a boy's. But I rocked the fake British accent. ;)
Needless to say I can't wait to write from Harry's POV. :D
Violet, Hermione, and Sunny walked over to the girls side of the theatre together. They figured they might as well stick together. Violet began to feel that familiar feeling of tension and nervousness in her stomach. It felt like her stomach was wrapped by a very uncomfortable pack of butterflies. She tried to focus on anything except her audition. She attempted to achieve this by staring at the girl and her little sister who walked up behind her. In turn, the girl shot her a glare and gripped her sister protectively.
'What's up with her?' thought Violet as she turned away from the pair. Her mood wasn't enlightened any when she realized the two girls before Hermione and her in line had retired to the back of the line, placing her first.
"Um," Violet turned to Hermione, "do you want to go first?" Hermione looked up from waving at Sunny, who she found adorable. Apparently she hadn't noticed they were first either.
"Well, I-I suppose. Unless you want to?" Hermione asked, with an eyebrow raised. Apparently she didn't want to be first any more than Violet did.
Violet shrugged. "Well, not really...but-"
"It's fine," smiled Hermione, though. Violet suspected it was slightly forced.
Violet's attention was diverted from Hermione when a very nice looking lady came up to them. Her face was gentle with an amazing tan, and she had smile crinkles around her eyes. Her hair and eyes were brown, and she was one of those people you could tell had survived a heartbreak.
"Hello," she said, gently. "Would you ladies walk though the door to your right? You'll lead the line through there, if you'd please."
"Our pleasure!" said Hermione perkily as she started off towards the open door on the right. Violet and the rest of the ladies followed her, the brown haired lady ushering in the line like they were cattle of some sort. Violet caught a glimpse of the boys' line, which was still in the lobby. Klaus caught her eye for a moment, standing next to Harry and Ron. He looked as nervous as she did. Then she stepped into the room and lost sight of him completely.
The first thing that greeted her eyes when she walked into the new room was the smiley blond lady. The smile was traced in red lipstick and plastered on her face like it needed to be pried off by a crowbar. It reminded Violet of a clown. An EVIL clown. Violet tore her eyes off the lady to take in her surroundings. The room was about the size of two and a half tennis courts. Two of the tennis court-shaped spaces were completely covered with a type of dance floor which Violet didn't know the name of. The other half-court space was filled with a low wooden platform which seemed to represent a stage. The wall across from the door the girls had entered from had panels of glass and there were double doors to the right of the eight or so glass panels. Violet figured it must be another dance room. There were also various closed doors around the room.
Violet heard a scraping noise and saw the smiley blond lady drag a foldable white plastic table across the dance floor to in front of the wooden stage.
"Ladies, please remain in your line!" she squealed, leading Hermione to the side of the stage so the girls line was parallel to the wall. The brown haired lady closed the door and pulled up two chairs to the table. She had acquired a bunch of paper from somewhere. She set the chairs and paper down and turned to address all of us.
"Good morning, girls! I hope you're all as excited about this show as we are! My name is Miss Eponine, and this is Miss Fauchl- I mean, Miss Pontmercy." Miss Eponine gestured to the blond lady, who looked slightly dejected. Whether it was from being miscalled or not being able to introduce herself, Violet didn't know.
"Yes, Ponine, I'm married now, remember!" reminded Miss Pontmercy, though it sounded more like a threat than a reminder. "But no one calls me Miss Pontmercy, I'd prefer you'd address me as Miss Cosette. Now, today's agenda is all about auditions! First we'd like to have you all get up on stage and-"
"You'll be auditioning for the musical 'The Phantom of the Opera'," reminded Miss Eponine. "We must tell them what show they're auditioning for, Miss Cosette."
"Mmmm. Yes," said Miss Cosette, coldly. Violet wondered what these two women had against each other.
"As I was saying before I was interrupted, today is all auditions. First, you will get up on stage, do your palate and sing a short selection for us of your choice of song. After the vocal section of our auditions, we will teach you all a short dance sequence and you will memorize and repeat it back for us. And after dance is lunch! We mustn't forget that, aha! Next comes acting! We will tell you a bit about the characters, and you will be reading lines from the script, alright?" The line of girls nodded in agreement.
"Excellent!" exclaimed Miss Eponine. She and Miss Cosette sat down in the two chairs. "We should start without delay, then! Would the first person please step on the stage? The rest of you may sit down until your turn."
Hermione didn't want to be first. But at least she would get her singing out of the way. That was the most unnerving part of the whole audition process, in her opinion. But a con of being first was that everyone was still paying attention. If you went near the end, people started to get bored. There was nothing she could do about it now, though. As she stepped up on stage, Hermione hoped her legs weren't shaking as visibly as she felt they were.
"Erm, hello. My name is Hermione Granger, and I'm from England." Miss Eponine wrote something on her paper and offered Hermione an encouraging smile.
"Today I will be singing 'Wouldn't It Be Loverly' from 'My Fair Lady'," she said.
Hermione took a deep breath and sang,
"All I want is a room somewhere, Far away from the cold night air, With one enormous chair, Oh, wouldn't it be loverly! Lots of chocolate for me to eat, Lots of coal making lots of heat, Warm face, warm hands, warm feet, Oh, wouldn't it be loverly!"
Hermione stood in silence on the stage for a moment before she realized she had finished. The room burst into applause for Hermione, and she gave a huge smile and stepped down, happy to be done.
She walked around the room for a moment, not sure what she was supposed to do now, until Miss Eponine whispered to her, "Well done, dear! You can take a seat anywhere."
Hermione sat down and turned her attention to who was on stage next. It was her friend Violet. Violet flashed Hermione a small thumbs up and stepped up on stage with that adorable sister of hers, Sunny.
Violet was just about to start on her palette when Miss Cosette said, "Is that a...baby with you?!"
"It's my little sister, Sunny," said Violet. Hermione turned to look at the moderators. Miss Eponine was smiling at Sunny, while Miss Cosette looked slightly disgusted.
"Well, what are we expected to do with a baby?!" cried Miss Cosette.
"Hmmm. Well, she could always be Carlotta's puppy," suggested Miss Eponine.
The two ladies came to a mutual agreement that Sunny would play a small, yippy dog.
"Right! You can resume now, dear."
"Good morning, my name is Violet Baudelaire and I'm from THE DEPARTMENT OF VOLUNTEER FIREFIGHTERS HAS REQUESTED FOR THIS PIECE OF INFORMATION TO BE REVEALED AT THIS TIME. I will be singing 'Beauty and the Beast' from, well, 'Beauty and the Beast.'" Hermione saw Violet take a large breath from her diaphragm.
"Tale as old as time, True as it can be, Barely even friends, Then somebody bends, unexpectedly. Just a little change, Small to say the least, Tale as old as time, Song as old as rhyme, Beauty and the Beast."
Hermione was surprised. Looking at Violet, she hadn't expected her voice to be so pretty. She started the applause for Violet, and the rest of the girls joined in. Miss Eponine and Miss Cosette looked impressed. Violet gave a flushed smile and scurried off to sit next to Hermione.
"You did brilliant!" Hermione whispered to her. "I didn't know you could sing so well."
"Thanks," said Violet, looking proud but obviously trying to be polite and not show it. "You did really good too!" Hermione smiled at her as the next girl stepped up on the stage. She carried a certain air about her that Hermione took as territorial. She kept glancing at a little girl next in line who was probably her little sister. They didn't look that much alike, though.
"My name is Katniss Everdeen and I'm from District Twelve. I'm going to sing 'Luv Haus' by Kreayshawn.
"One love 'cuz I'm hooked on the feel, Back then I used to have it for sale," As Katniss sang, Hermione noticed her song only had about two or three notes. Her voice sounded tarnished, if that could be used to describe a voice. It sounded as if she hadn't taken care of her voice and yelled a lot.
"Reach out and put your hands on the ground, I'm in the sky but I feel like I'm down, You take the time you make me lose it all, You lift me up and then you let me fall." People applauded politely for her, and she gave a grimace and sat down far away from Hermione and Violet. Far away from everyone, actually. Hermione wondered what her deal was, but then again Hermione had met people like that at Hogwarts.
The little girl stepped up on the stage next, and Hermione instantly thought she was adorable. She thought she must've had some kind of weakness for cute little girls.
"Hi! I'm Primrose Everdeen! I'm Katniss' sister! So I'm from District Twelve, too!" Prim giggled. "I'm going to sing 'Lights' for you. It's by Ellie Goulding."
Prim inhaled in her shoulders and sang, "The lights that stop me turn to sto-o-o-one, They shine on me when I'm alo-one! And so I tell myself that I'll be stro-o-o-ong, Even when they're go-one! 'Cuz they're calling, calling, calling me home, Calling, calling, calling, oh, 'Cuz all the lights that stop me turn to sto-o-o-one!"
Her singing was sweet, and everyone clapped for her. She trotted off to sit with Katniss. It was also an indicator of how young she was, though. Her voice hadn't distincted itself into chest and falsetto yet.
Next on stage was a very awkward looking girl. Something about the way she walked just looked unnatural. She was wearing short shorts and looked like she was very obnoxious.
"Hey y'all! My name is Katie Washington and I'm from Kentucky! Today I'll sing 'Trouble' by Taylor Swift for y'all!" Hermione noted that she didn't look nervous at all, which was strange.
"'Cuz I knew you were trouble when you walked in! Now shame on me, yeah, You flew me to places I'd never been, 'Till you put me down OOH, I knew you were trouble when you walked in, Now shame on me, yeah, You flew me to places I'd never be-eeeen, Now I'm lying on the cold hard ground!" Hermione looked at Miss Eponine and Miss Cosette and she was sure she saw them cringe. And rightly so, because this Katie girl didn't hit any of the right notes. There was a light applause as no one wanted to hurt her feelings, and Katie got off the stage, much to everyone's relief. The next girl was blond with an unnaturally firm expression on her face. She cleared her throat and gave everyone a once-over before she started her palate.
"Hello. I'm Annabeth Chase, daughter of- I mean, I'm from... New York, I guess. I'll be singing 'Many a New Day' from 'Oklahoma.'"
Annabeth took a good breath and sang, "Why should a woman who is healthy and strong, Blubber like a baby when her man goes away, A-weepin' and a-wailin' how he done her wrong, That's one thing you'll never hear me say." Annabeth grimaced during her piece, and Hermione wondered if the song held some kind of deeper meaning. She was a really good singer, though, and the applause tripled what Katie had received. She came and took a seat near Hermione. Hermione wanted to tell her she was a good singer, but the look on Annabeth's face freaked her out a lot. That girl had these phases where she looked as pissed as the creepy Katniss girl.
"Hello, I'm Ariana Adams," said the next girl getting up on stage. Her hair was the color of champagne and she had brown highlights, which Hermione thought was a peculiar choice.
"I'm from Boston. I'm gonna sing 'Backstabber' by Kesha. Girl, you're such a backstabber-stabber, You're such a backstabber, Oh girl, you're such a shit talker! And everybody knows it, everybody knows it, Girl, you're such a backstabber! Twisting an turning around, so manipulating now, Run your mouth more than anyone ever below, And everybody knows it, everybody knows it!" Ariana accepted the applause with a bow, and she skipped off the stage to be replaced by someone who looked almost exactly like her.
"Hi, my name is Arinna Adams and I'm Ariana's twin. I'm going sing 'Diamonds' by Rihanna." Hermione noticed Arinna's hair. It was like her sisters', but reversed. It was brown with blond highlights. Hermione figured that was how most people told them apart. They both struck her as rather pop girls, into fashion and makeup and stuff.
"So shine bright, tonight, you and I, We're beautiful like diamonds in the sky, Eye to eye, so alive, We're beautiful like diamonds in the sky, Whoa-oa, Whoa-oh, Shine bright like a diamond, We're beautiful like diamonds in the sky, Whoa-oa, Whoa-oh, We're beautiful like diamonds in the sky." Everyone clapped for Arinna and she went and sat next to her sister.
Nobody got up on stage, and Miss Eponine asked, "Alright, who wants to be next?" Hermione looked over and saw the remaining girls in a huddle, none of them wanting to go next apparently. Finally a girl in almost all black stepped up. She had earphones in and didn't really appear to be listening to the auditions.
"I'll go," she said. "My name is Nellie, I'm an au pair. Española! And French, too. I'm trilingual. I'll sing whatever's playing on my iPod, so I guess I'll be singing 'Like a G6.' Popping bottles in the ice, like a blizzard. When we drink we do it right, getting slizzard, Sippin' sizzard in my ride, in my ride, like a three six. Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6!" Everyone broke into laughter and applause at Nellie's audacity. She was better than expected for someone with her appearance, then again she was mostly rapping.
"C'mon, Amy!" Nellie called to someone in the group of girls, but this Amy just shook her head. She gestured for someone else to go before her. The girl blushed and hesitantly stepped up onto the stage.
"My name is L-Lauren Jefferson and I'm from Tennessee. I'm g-going to sing 'It's De-Loverly' from 'Anything Goes.'" Hermione had never heard of the musical before, and she would have liked to have heard it if Lauren hadn't been singing too quietly for anything to be audible. She was also trembling like crazy. Her skeleton-thin legs were knocking together on the stage. The small round of applause was an earthquake compared to what sound came out of her mouth.
The next person on stage was second to last. She apparently wasn't Amy either. She had brown braided hair and a ski cap on, even though she was indoors.
"Hey," she said, very relaxed, "My name is Emalie Watkins and I'm from Seattle. I'm going to sing 'On My Own' from 'Les Misèrables.'"
Hermione noted that she breathed correctly, and she sang, "I love him, but every day I'm learning, All my life, I've only been pretending! Without me, his world will keep on turning, The world is full of happiness that I have never known!" Her voice was really powerful, and everyone started to really applaud after she hit the highest note.
"Shh!" said Emalie, a grin on her face. "I'm not done. I love him... I love him... I love him, but only on my... own." Everyone clapped again (except Annabeth, who for some reason was looking at Emalie suspiciously) and Emalie jogged off of the stage and sat down with everyone. Miss Eponine looked somewhat proud, and Hermione wondered why. Last was Amy. She looked like a gentle person, but also like an extreme introvert.
"My name is Amy Cahill; I'm from Boston. I'm going to sing 'I Cry.' I cry just a little when I think of letting go." Amy muttered that out like she was running out of time, and then averted her gaze from the floor and gave a forced smile to indicate she was done. She ran off the stage and sat with Nellie.
"You okay, girly?" Hermione heard Nellie whisper.
"Yeah, I just... don't like having attention on me..."
"Alright, ladies!" screeched Miss Cosette. Everyone turned to look at her.
"So, we basically have twelve girls competing for ten parts. Five of those parts will be ballet girls, so this is why dance is important. So we're going to get started on dance!"
Emalie was excited for dance! It was a chance to express herself. She had never thought she was a particularly bad dancer, but she had never took any classes. This was going to be interesting.
"I'll be teaching you a routine and we'll dance it back in groups," said Miss Cosette. Apparently she was the dance teacher. Emalie looked for Miss Eponine and saw her dragging away the table and taking a seat on the floor.
"Let's warm up! So if you have jazz shoes, put them on!" Emalie had no idea what jazz shoes were.
"If you don't have jazz shoes," continued Miss Cosette, "you can just use your socks." Emalie took off her shoes and placed them next to the wall. She looked at her socks, which didn't match. She grinned. She walked over to where most of the girls were grouping. The twins, Lauren, and Annabeth had some type of black shoes on. Emalie concluded that was what jazz shoes were. The rest of the girls were just in their socks. And that baby girl was sitting next to Miss Eponine, not participating in anything. Emalie wondered why someone would bring a baby to this camp in the first place.
"Two lines," chirped Miss Cosette. The girls spread out. Emalie ended up in the middle of the front, bordered on one side by that girl with the bouncy hair and on the other by Annabeth, who was refusing to look at her. Rude.
Miss Cosette went through the warm up and the girls followed her. They did their shoulders, back, legs, and all that good stuff to the beat of some kind of Britney Spears remix. Emalie felt more flexible already.
"Now that we're all loosened up, lets start on our routine. First, you point your right toe over your left foot, like this. Okay, good. Then you draw it back in a half circle... exactly. So it's point, back, scorpion." At this point, Miss Cosette did something Emalie knew she couldn't do. She had flung her leg back and grabbed it with her hands over and behind her head, so the space between her leg and her back resembled a football. Most of the girls were staring at Miss Cosette in astonishment, except for those Ariana, Arinna, and Lauren, who had somehow managed to duplicate it.
"Well?" said Miss Cosette indignantly. "You can't learn if you don't try!" Emalie and the rest of the front line scooched forward a bit so they wouldn't be hitting anyone's face with their foot. Emalie kicked her leg back, had it come about two inches off the floor, and had it plop dejectedly down again. She glanced at the other girls in her row. On the farthest right was the girl- what was her name? Pink? Purple?- and she looked as bad as Emalie was at it. The curly haired girl was managing something slightly over a 90 degree angle, but she still couldn't reach her foot to pull it up. Emalie turned to he left. Annabeth wasn't doing bad on it, she was actually quite flexible. She caught Emalie watching her and have her quite a lovely glare. Last on the left was Katie, who was managing to look awkward and do her scorpion wrong at the same time. Emalie tried kicking her leg up again. She got about 90 degrees. She kept going and felt her leg going higher, but she didn't manage to reach it before Miss Cosette went on to the next thing.
"Now," said Miss Cosette, "When you bring your leg down, you're going to land in third position, which looks like this." All the girls did third position. Their feet were pointed outward, the right one in front of the left, and they made a circle with their arms.
"We are going to jump out and stand on our toes for a moment, then go back to third position but with the other foot in front." Miss Cosette modeled this. From third position she sort of slide-jumped out to her toes, then brought her feet back together, toes pointed out, left foot in front. She gestured for the girls to try it. They all resumed third position.
"Make sure to bend your knees when you're in position, then straighten them when you slide out to your toes," chimed Miss Cosette. "If you sort of pop them, it gives you momentum to get waaaay up on those toes!" Emalie followed Miss Cosette's advice and found she was much better at this move than that awful scorpion.
"So, do the whole routine with me, ladies. Point, back, hold- two, third, up, third, up. Good! So we'll do the third position twice, so you end up where you started. That's halfway done already! I wanted to teach you a longer routine, but someone," Miss Cosette jerked her shoulders towards Miss Eponine, who frowned in response, "wanted to do more on character since there's not a heap of dancing in the show, although it is equally as important! Anyhow, do the combination with me one more time. Ready, five, six, seven, eight, AND ONE, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight! Great! Now just on your own. Five, six, seven eight, point, back, three, four, five, six, seven, up. Not bad, girls! Take five."
The girls started to drift, not really knowing where to go. Emalie took advantage of the opportunity and sat down. A few girls decided that was a good idea and sat with her.
"I cannot do that scorpion," murmured the curly haired-girl, although Emalie supposed it was just small-talk. Better than an awkward silence, though.
"I know!" agreed Emalie. "My record must've been like 5 centimeters off the floor. What's your name, again? I'm terrible with them."
"Oh, me too, don't worry. I'm Hermione. And you're...er..."
"Emalie."
"Oh, how pretty! Now I know the names of two people, you and Violet."
"Who's Violet?" Hermione gestured to the girl next to her whose hair was tied up in a ribbon. She smiled, slightly on the spot, and waved.
"Hey!" chimed Emalie. "Nice to meet you!"
"Nice to meet you too," replied Violet. Emalie looked around. She should get aquatinted with some of these girls. She looked at the other three girls who were sitting down with them. They looked sort of hesitant, like they wanted to be part of the conversation but didn't want to intrude.
"What's your name?" Emalie asked them, beckoning for them to come in and talk with the other girls.
"I'm Nellie," said Nellie.
"Amy," said Amy.
" 💬💬💬💭💭💭," said Lauren. Emalie frowned.
"What did you say?" she asked. Lauren murmured an answer again, but it was still too quiet to hear.
"I think she said her name was Lauren when she was auditioning, right?" said Nellie. Lauren nodded and said yes, though it was barely audible. This girl must've had some kind of issue.
"So," said Emalie, adjusting herself so the girls formed more of a circle, "One word to describe yourself. Go." Emalie pointed at Hermione, who thought for a moment.
"Bookish?" Emalie nodded and pointed at Violet.
"Innovative," Violet said. Emalie pointed at Lauren.
"Dance...ish," said Lauren quietly. Emalie raised an eyebrow but offered Lauren a smile and pointed at Amy.
"Well, I would have said bookish," Amy smiled at Hermione, "but I'll have to go with intellectual." Emalie turned to Nellie.
"Cool," said Nellie. She cracked up.
"Nah. Uh- free-spirited." Nellie continued.
"As for me," said Emalie, "Creative. I like photography."
"Really?" said Amy. "I have-"
"Alright ladies, back on your feet!" interrupted Miss Cosette. Emalie gave Amy an apologetic look and went back to her spot on the dance floor.
"After you do your third position combinations, everyone turns to the right. Good. Now put your hands on your partners shoulders. If you're in the front, put your hands on your waist. Keep your wrists firm! No chicken wrists."
Emalie scooched up and put her hands on Hermione's shoulders. She felt Annabeth put her hands on Emalie's shoulders, and Emalie figured she wasn't too happy about that.
"Now," said Miss Cosette, "You're going to put your right heel up and pull your foot back, then your left foot does the same. It's like a distorted version of the moonwalk. So...right-heel-slide, left-heel-slide, right, left. Good. Now you're going to do a chausse to spread out for the end of the bar. You'll be performing in groups of four, so the two people on the outside will do it at an angle, a little foward and more to whichever direction is away from the group. We're trying to spread out here. The two people in the middle will go farther forward than the ones on the side, but still angle it away from the other person. So we should have two people going left and two going right. Make your arms and legs follow. Let's divide you into groups so you can practice. When I point at you, say your name."
"Violet."
"Hermione."
"Emalie."
"..Annabeth."
"So Violet, Annabeth, Emalie, and...what did you say it was?"
"Hermione, miss."
"These four will be one group. The next group will be.."
"Katie."
"Amy."
"Nellie."
"💬💬."
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Lauren."
"Katie, Amy, Nellie and Lauren will be the next group. So you four..."
"Prim."
"Katniss."
"Arinna."
"Ariana."
"Will be the last group. Alright, I'm giving you five minutes to practice. Go!" Emalie pulled her group to the side.
"Okay, well, lets practice!" she said.
"From the top?" suggested Violet. Everyone nodded and lined up.
"Ready?" asked Hermione. "And..." The group of girls executed their dance almost perfectly (except for that blasted scorpion.) They did it once more and decided they were fine for their little presentation.
"So," Emalie asked, "why are you guys here?"
"What do you mean?" said Annabeth very seriously.
"Well, like I'm here because my dad wanted me out of the house," Emalie replied. "So I brought my best friends and we decided to come to this camp for a couple of weeks."
"Oh. Well then I'm just here with my friends. For fun," said Annabeth.
"Then why do you have a knife?" asked Emalie.
"You have a KNIFE?!" cried Violet.
"No!" shouted Annabeth. "First of all it's a dagger. Secondly, it's to protect me, not to hurt people. And third, even if I wanted to hurt you with it, I couldn't. Okay?"
"Why-" started Emalie, but she was interrupted when Annabeth shot her a 'If you say anything else about my dagger I will find a way to hurt you with it' look. It was immediately superseded by a 'If you shut up I'll tell you about it later' look.
"Aaaanyways," veered Emalie, "why are you here, Hermione?"
"My friends and I go to boarding school, so we wanted to do something fun this summer. Something normal."
"Well, this isn't very normal. I mean, look at that girl!" Emalie pointed to Lauren. "She can't talk, but she's a perfect dancer? And some of my friends definitely aren't normal either."
"Definitely," chimed Annabeth. "He's quite abnormal looking, with his-"
"What about you, Violet?" asked Emalie. "Why are you here?"
"The man in charge of us sent us here while he's looking for another foster home for us," said Violet, managing to avert Emalie's gaze. "I think he just wanted to get us off of his hands. But we don't mind, it'll be nicer staying here than staying with that helpless Mr. Poe anyways."
"Oh, I'm sorry about that," said Emalie.
"Back to formation, ladies!" shrieked Miss Cosette. The girl rushed back to where they were before.
"After our chausse comes our last move, which is a jazz split. If you're facing to the right, turn right, your right leg should come forward and you turn around your back to face the front. Your hands do jazz hands. Okay. Try it. Good! Now, who wants to perform first?"
"We'll go last!" shouted Emalie.