Just two days before the big contest, Miss Aubrey got a phone call from the Riptide Crew's sporty brunette, Emilia.

Their phone call…

"Hey, Aubrey, I had a favor to ask you. Please meet with us on the beach so we can talk about the show, okay!"

"Okay, um…we'll be there once we rehearse I guess, alright then, ciao." Aubrey was confused. Emilia's conversation was rushed and she sounded nervous, but what good would Aubrey be, besides distracting Emilia with her chattering about herself?

"Ok, let's rehearse. Emilia's being needy again!" Aubrey told her dance partner.

"Needier than you?" Angel asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Shhh! She just needs our help with something."

They were still on the yacht, but they weren't the only ones there! From behind the helicopter, the Chandelier Crew was eavesdropping on their conversation and secretly spying on Lu$h Crew to learn and master their dance moves. They were not only doing something rude and bad, they were also breaking the rules of the contest. During practice for the Yearly Crew Championships, there was supposed to be no spying on or mimicking their rival crews.

From behind the helicopter, the people of Chandelier Crew were whispering to each other. "HAHAHA! Oh my gosh, I really can't believe that Aubrae, she was balling her eyes out, screaming over a chipped nail! Such a sissy!" said Makara, the black haired, snobby girl from the crew.

"Well Makara, you'd do the same. And be QUIET! They'll hear you laughing and call the police on us and say we're cheating at this contest!" A dude told her.

"Oh Diablo, whatever. I just heard where they were going. They'll be at the beach later. And by now, I'm sure you get the idea, where ever they go, we follow them and copy their every move!"

"Yes, just as we have been doing for weeks!"

"HA! Exactly!"

Lu$h Crew had no idea they were being watched. Miss Aubrey was doing a flawless spin, but then slipped. "Ow!" She cried out. Then she started laughing. She looked at Angel hopelessly and he helped her up.

"For the record, no one saw that okay!" Miss Aubrey said. She didn't want to appear clumsy, that might ruin the crews reputation!

"Okay, as long as you're fine." Angel reassured her.

"Oh yes, I'm mostly fine. Ok then, let's help out Riptide with their issues."

So later on that day, around sunset, Lu$h Crew met up with Riptide on the beach to help them with their problems. Emilia and Bodie came up to them. "Hey guys!"

"Hello, how may we help you with my awesomeness?" Miss Aubrey answered. Usually, the Riptide Crew and the Lu$h Crew were rival crews competing against each other on the dance floor. However, off the stage, they were surprisingly good frienemies (friends and enemies) you could say that they had a strained friendship.

"Thanks, so much guys. It's strange to be together as a team." Emilia said. We've been having trouble dancing, lately. I can't tap into the music. It's strange."

"Well, what on earth do you want us to do about it. I mean, as much as I hate to doubt myself, my beauty can only do so much here!" Miss Aubrey loved to talk about herself. It was her favorite hobby besides dancing.

From across the sandy beach, the Surf Devil Crew were screaming out "Hey, losers! LOSERS! HAHA! Hey boogie, oh, I mean Bodie and hey little girl, oh, I mean Emilia!" They were jumping around and making disgusted faces.

"UUUHHH! They are the real losers here! That's our problem right over there, guys!" Bodie said to Lu$h Crew as he pointed in the direction of the "losing crew."

"Actually, Miss Aubrey come here." Emilia whispered. "I have to tell you something."

"Um, yeah, sure?!" Aubrey walked over to her.

"I think I know why we're messing up so bad. It's all my fault other than the fact he's been showing up to practice late. I'm scared! I'm terrified of them! I honestly don't know if we can win. I never wanted to tell anyone because they would think I'm a wimp, but I know you just think I'm scary and say I stink like sweat."

"Well, that is true. We don't mind helping out, because first of all, we already know our crew is better then yours, so we can miss out on practice and it'll still be fine. Also, I'd hate for those nasty, stinky, mean Surf Devils to win, anyway. I mean, I at least sort of like you. I mean, I thought you smelled like sweat and salty sea water until I caught a whiff of the Surf Devils in the breeze. I mean, ick!"

"Well, yeah, sure we stink but you can help us and that's great. Not too many crews would show this kind of support for their rival crew. Even though we're working as a team this time around." Emilia said.

"Yeah, I know I might be really needy, but I do have a heart, right?!" Miss Aubrey asked.

"I suppose so." Emilia wasn't sure how to answer that.

"My advise to you, is just remember, you may not be better than me, but you're WAY better than those foul-smelling losers!"

"Thanks!" Emilia and Aubrey hugged for the first time. Hey, they had to start liking each other sooner rather than later if they were going to pull this whole "working as a big team thing" off!

The Chandelier Crew was at the beach now, too. Makara and Diablo would follow the Lu$h Crew anywhere to win the contest! "Hey, Diablo. I have a wonderfully planned out idea!"

"What is it Makara?"

"We'll not only win the contest by copying the Lu$h Crew's dance moves, but so no one finds out we copied the moves, we'll totally make sure there is no Lu$h Crew at the contest!"

"How are we going to do that?"

"Oh don't worry, Diablo, we'll make sure that little boy and girl will not be able to compete. I can promise you that!"