"Let me clarify, you want a set?"

"That would be correct,"

"Together?"

"Yep,"

"Do you even have some prepared?"

"Nope."

"Not a single note or move we're certain of,"

"You do know the performance is two weeks away,"

"Very aware,"

"Oh geez, is that what this date on the fliers we've been posting around town means?"

"Charming use of sarcasm Miss Lance,"

"Thank you,"

The Legends were peeking into Gideon's office where she was in conversation with Sara and Ava. The duo had barraged in a few minutes ago (Ava would later claim when Wally was snickering about it that barraged was entirely too strong of a word. Sara would only have a shrug as an opinion) asking for additional performance together in the showcase.

"Miss Lance, this will be your third performance in one night. Are you up to that?"

"If I could do swan lake, I think I handle ten minutes on stage."

"And Miss Sharpe, you expressed trepidation before agreeing to perform. You don't need to commit yourself to more than your comfortable doing."

"I can do this. We got this idea because Sara and I did an impromptu performance on the street yesterday and it inspirited us," She gave Sara a small smile that was returned twice fold.

Gideon raised her brows and made a note on one of the many papers on her desk, "I'll need to inform me of what you need for the set,"

"Spotlights on us,"

Gideon shot them a sceptical look, "Didn't you just say you didn't know what you're doing?"

"Ava is doing the music and I'll be dancing. We won't need a music track or lighting cues,"

"Very well then. Good luck ladies,"

When they left her office, most of the Legends had fled, to hide around the corner but Zari was leaning against the wall, waiting on them.

"Can you do anything without nosing in someone else's business?" Ava asked.

"The captain's business is our business," Zari said with a shrug.

Sara rolled her eyes, "Ask what you want to ask."

"You pulled off a street performance?" Zari asked Ava, "Again?"

"No assholes to interrupt this time."

"How did you talk her into that?" She asked, eyes glancing to Sara.

"Oh, it was all her idea. I just pulled along for the ride. It was brilliant,"

Ava's cheeks flushed, "It was nothing,"

"You guys need to see it, Sharpe's gone punk rock."

"Hardly,"

"Electric violin, amp and everything,"

Zari looked at Ava, narrowing her eyes. Ava squirmed a little.

"What?"

"Just wondering if you'd been replaced a clone or something,"

Sara nudged Zari in the ribs, "Hey," She called to the Legends who'd retreated down the hall, pretending like they hadn't been listening in to their conversation, "We've got rehearsal. Let's go,"

"Aye, aye captain,"

"I hate when you do that,"

"And that's why we do it," Nate snickered.

Sara punched him in the shoulder, putting enough force behind it to send him stumbling a step, but he just laughed. He ran from another hit, taking the steps two a time, leading the Legends to their usual room. Sara looked back at Ava.

"And I'll see you in a bit? For our rehearsal."

Ava shallowed, "Yeah," A strain to her tone as she worked to keep her voice even.

Sara gave her a warm smile and followed the others. Ava waited until she was in her own room before she dropped her head into her hands, letting out a low screech. "Oh god, what am I doing?"

A couple of hours the Legends, sans Sara was still practising. The boys were running through their routine.

"Wally, can we take a break?" Ray asked, he, Nate and Wally all panting heavily.

"Yeah," He leaned back, hands on his head.

Nate dropped to the floor, pouring his water into his mouth. Zari nudge his hand, shifting the stream from his mouth towards his nose. He sputtered, dropped the bottle onto his face as he sat up abruptly.

"Z," he pushed her with his foot.

Her eyes were bright with her glee.

"You suck."

She stuck her tongue out.

"You're all children," Amaya said rolling her eyes.

"That's why we have you," Wally said, sitting to next her, "When Sara isn't here to supervise."

"How do you think their practice is going?" Ray asked.

"I say they're on their second argument by now," Zari said.

"No way. They're too busy making out to practice." Nate snorted.

"Ew, don't talk about our mom like that," Wally said giggling.

"Should we go spy on them?" Nate suggested, his eyes flickering between the others in the room.

"That would be an invasion of privacy," Ray said.

"But we're still going to," Zari said.

"A few seconds couldn't hurt," Wally agreed.

"I'm going." And Nate was scrambling to his feet.

"No your clumsy ass will give us away," Zari said going over him.

"Bet you a coffee they're making out,"

"They're arguing," Zari said again.

Amaya sighed and Ray shook his head. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, "I'll let my mom know I'll be home late,"

"I think we can call for today," Wally said, "We don't have to stay late."

"Oh no, I mean I'll be late because we'll be helping Sara hide Z's and Nate's bodies when she kills them for snooping. Amaya snorted. Wally threw his head back to laugh.

Outside in the hallway Zari and Nate were creeping towards the closed doorway Sara and Ava were practising behind.

"I can't believe you Sharpe!" They heard Sara cry.

Nate groaned softly. Zari's smile was triumphant. She turned her gaze to Nate who shoved her face away.

"No likes a gloat."

"I do. When it's me,"

"You suck." He grew quiet, listening again, but the words were too muffled by the door. He sighed and glanced at Zari again.

"Want to get that coffee now?"

She glanced at the time, "I've got to stop by the mosque,"

"I don't mind waiting a bit."

"Alright. But you're getting me the largest size,"

"I'm hurt you'd think I'd do anything else."

On the other side of the door Ava was laughing hand held up against Sara's good-natured little jabs to her shoulder.

"You promised me no 100 year old songs."

"Its not!" Ava laughed, "Its only 93 years old."

"That's worse because it means you knew what you were doing," Sara jabbed her again.

"I'm sorry," Although it didn't sound like she sorry at all, "But what did you expect, I'm classically trained."

With a huff, Sara blew some hair out of her face, "Fine, show me it again,"

With a wide grin Ava arranged the violin in Sara's hands again, guiding her through the opening notes of a song.

"Shouldn't we be, I don't know, actually working on what we're going to do for the showcase?" Ava asked, as she listened to Sara play a silted yet recognisable concerto.

"Probably," Sara shrugged, wincing as she played a discordant note. Ava played it for her, taking the bow to drag across the strings, leaning in closer as she did.

"But that's not what we're doing."

"We can pull something on the fly like we did on the sidewalk,"

"We're not performing on stage freestyle," Ava said seriously.

Sara turned to her, their faces right next to each other, "Come on, even you have to admit, that it was a thrill, performing without a plan."

"Sure. But If I want that feeling again I can perform on the street again. But we're going to rehearse for the concert."

Sara conceded with a sigh, but also a small smile. She hopped up, returning Ava's violin. "Okay, give me two minutes to stretch,"

Ava plucked at strings idly, not looking at Sara using the wall to lift her leg above her head.

"Besides, if anything I think it was my company that gave me the trill rather than performing off the cuff."

Maybe Sara was going to drop her foot just then. Or maybe it slipped. Either way, it landed hard on the floor, sounding louder in the suddenly very quiet room. They didn't practice again that day. Ava, a deep red blush on her cheeks stuttered about suddenly remembering she needed to help Ann with a thing. She was out the door, half her things hanging out her back precariously. In her absence Sara groaned, dropping her head into the wall.