bumps. A white girl with soul was not unheard-of: Amy Winehouse, Joss Stone, Teena Marie.
The closet door opened and Starr stepped out in herbra and shorts. âWhat was that?â she asked. âWho was that?â
âWe have a mini Amy Winehouse in the building,â Dionne said.
Starrâs eyes shifted to Natalee. âIt sounded okay,â she said, as she pulled a T-shirt on.
âO-kay? Okay? The girl can saaang, â Dionne said.
âSeriously.â
âYou should join our group,â Marisol offered.
âNow thatâs whatâs up,â Dionne said, excited.
âA singing group?â Natalee asked.
âNo!â Starr belted.
Marisol, Dionne and Natalee turned their heads toward her.
Starr smiled. âWe already have everything planned for just the three of us,â she said.
âI vote that sheâs in,â Marisol said, thinking it was the perfect solution for Starrâs lackluster vocals. âAll in favor?â
Dionneâs hand shot up.
Marisol clapped. âWe can fit her in. Itâs not too late.â
âCan I talk to you two?â Starr said, turning to walk into her theater room.
Marisol and Dionne looked at each other long and hard before they followed her. Starr was pacing. Hard.
âI cannot believe you two have the audacity to invite somebody into my group,â she snapped, her eyes flashing.
âBut sheâs good, Starr,â Marisol insisted.
âUnlike you, I wonât be receiving help for my part in the group.â
Huh? Say what? âWhat does that mean?â
Starr shrugged. âOur new choreographer starts today,â she said, looking Marisol square in the eye.
âUh-oh,â Dionne said from behind.
âThatâs cool,â Marisol said, turning to leave the room.
âI really donât want to be in a singing group,â Natalee said to her, almost sounding bored with the whole idea as she flipped the page of the magazine.
âSmart girl,â Marisol said.
Starr and Dionne walked back in the room. âOkay, Natalee, weâre about to practice soooooâ¦â
Natalee smiled a little. âI understand. Iâll just go find my mother.â
The smile Starr gave her was cold.
Marisol eyed her friend. âStarr, you really should let her sing since youââ
âHey, so letâs practice,â Dionne said, obviously cutting Marisol off.
Humph. Sheâs so tone-deaf she probably thinks Natalee is the one who sounds terrible! Marisol thought.
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Marisol watched their new choreographer, Eli, carefully as he showed them a series of steps for the chorus of the song. She was determined to nail it. Starr thought she wasnât skilled enough to come up with their routines. Fine. Whatevs. Still, she was going to show them she was the best dancer in the groupâif Starr didnât already know.
âOkay, girls,â Eli said, his wrists as loose as his hips.
Marisol took her spot to the left of Starr, who was front and center.
The music filled the dance studio.
âFive, four, three, two, one⦠Get it!â
Marisol kept her eyes locked on her reflection in the mirror as she gave the dance her all. Fire was in her eyes. Skills were in her dance steps. Rhythm was in her hips.
She didnât even notice that Dionne and Starr faltered and that she was dancing through the routine alone until she hit her final pose with her hand up high in the air and her legs spread wide.
âGirl, you are fierce,â Eli said, walking up to Marisol as she finally relaxed her pose. âI am scared of you, chica!â
Marisol smiled as her chest heaved and she gasped in large breaths. âThank you.â
âGirl, you make me say J-Who?â he joked.
Marisol beamed.
Dionne looked on proudly.
Starr looked begrudgingly impressed.
âOkay, gotta go,â she said, turning to walk over to the benches.
âYouâre not staying?â
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