Long Live (MAGcon Dancer sequel)

Chapter 4 •You're Crusin' for a Brusin'!•

We had moved to California during the years I wasn't in magcon. It was easier for me to be there with all the things I was doing, the fact that my sister had moved there for acting, and that Jackson was going to UCLA for basketball.

The day after I got back from Magcon I had to go to a choreography rehearsal for the "Hamilton" movie.

I had been super excited when they wanted me to be a choreographer for the musical.

I was the last one in the room. I spotted my co-choreographer for this dance, and our Alexander Hamilton.

"Ayyyy Linster!" I greeted.

He looked over at me. "Wassup Cass Master?"

I set my bag on the floor and tied my hair into a bun. "Nothing much. We teaching right away?" He nodded so I got in my spot.

We did the choreography how it was gonna look when it was finished first (up top). I thought it looked so cool.

I was helping someone with one of the moves when one of the ensemble members dropped their water bottle and it spilled all over the floor. Me, being the super observant person I am, did not see this happen and went for a jump straight into the water.

I landed on both feet, and started sliding towards the wall. My arms flailing, I crashed into the wall with the grace and beauty of a cow.

I sat staring at the wall for a few seconds before I started laughing. I was so stupid. Everyone joined.

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Let me tell you something about myself. I love musicals and I hate when people try to bash the musicals that are the best and my favorites of all time. Such as Grease, for example.

So as we sat in the hotel room in Milwaukee, Wisconsin trying to decided what movie to watch, of course I said Grease.

"Ugh, no," Maisie complained. "That movie is so annoying."

Hunter raised his hand. "I second that. Grease sucks."

I sharply turned my head to glare at him. "You're crusin' for a brusin'," I threatened, using a line from the movie.

Mikey spoke up. "I love Grease! I say we should watch it." Cole nodded in agreement.

"See! They agree!" I exclaimed, motioning to Cole and Mikey.

Can sighed. "Fine," he relented, clicking on the Grease icon on Netflix.

I was lost in the middle of Hopelessly Devoted To You when a felt a tap on my shoulder.

"You realize litter ally everyone else left, right?" Cole asked.

I looked around the room. Sure enough, everyone but me, Cole, and Mikey. "You know what?" I started. "Screw them. They wouldn't know a quality movie if it drove a bus over them."

Cole nodded furiously. "You know, I think I heard them say they were going to watch a scary movie. We should go scare them," Mikey proposed.

I looked longingly at the tv. "But- but- what about Danny! And Sandy! I mean, we can't leave them stranded at the drive in!"

Mikey cracked a smile. "I see what you did there."

I grinned at him. "But seriously though, look at her, she's Sandra Dee!"

Eventually they drug me away from the melodious harmonies of Grease, and we snuck into the room where they were watching a horrible scary movie.

We snuck behind the couch that they had pushed to the middle of the room and got ready to scare. I looked over the couch and saw that it was at a really intense moment in the movie. I count down from three on my hands, and we pounced.

"Ah!" We screamed. Everyone jumped. Matt and Cam screamed like little girls and Nash threw his popcorn everywhere. Mikey, Cole, and I fell to the floor laughing our butts off. It was pretty funny.

Blake picked up a shoe and chucked it at me. "That was not funny." I picked up the shoe and chucked it back at him.

"Yes, it was."

Nash stood up and brushed all the popcorn off his lap. "Yeah, you made me spill all my popcorn!"

I made a pouty face. "Too bad."

I left and made my way back to my room. I had just opened the door when I heard someone call my name from behind me. "Cass, wait."

I turned around to face Bryce. "Need something?" I asked.

"Yeah, I do." He rubbed the back of his neck. "I just wanted to say that-"

"Bryce!" Liza shouted from down the hall. "Your mom called. She wants to know about some ointment for your b-" Bryce's face turned bright red.

"BACK. Some ointment for my back," He interrupted. He turned back to me. "I was saying that-"

"Cmon!" Liza called. "You mom's waiting!"

"Go talk to your mom. You can tell me whatever you needed to say later." With that I turned around and headed back to my room.

I put on my pajamas. I was kinda curious what Bryce had to say, but I could wait. I wasn't THAT impatient.

I didn't have to wait long, however. A text came through a few minutes later from Bryce. I opened the message and my eyes nearly popped out of my sockets. I could not believe what the text read.

This was not good. This was not good at all.

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A/N
Hey guys! Sorry I skipped last week's update. I just wasn't feeling it. Anyway, this is a bit of a shorter chapter with a cliffhanger, but I think the next chapter is going to be good.
Luv ya!
-Lindsey