𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑯𝑨𝑻𝑺 ♥︎ 𝑶𝒓𝒍𝒂 𝑻𝒂𝒚𝒍𝒐𝒓 (The Next Step)

𝑺𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑬𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑬𝑬 ♥︎ 24

It was finally time to register for Internationals.

Finally.

And, since Orla was dance captain, she was there with Miss Kate when going to the desk.

Everyone else got another day off.

But it was fun to be in the theatre, looking around and scouting out other teams that might be threats.

"Wow, this is incredible," she said to a smiling Miss Kate. "It's so weird to be here before the competition even starts."

She had facetimed Emily last night, showing her round the hotel and telling her all about Internationals, the dances they were doing and who was in them. She had ended up staying up until around four in the morning, gossiping with her best friend and wishing so hard that she was in Miami with her.

But anyway, right then, she couldn't think about that, as Kate and Orla walked up to the desk, the former saying. "Hello, we're here to register for The Next Step?"

The woman nodded, smiling and looking down her list.

Orla waited with a smile on her face.

Then the woman said. "Are you sure you're in the right place?"

"Yes," Orla answered instantly, worry setting in. "See? TNS, The Next Step," she pointed to the logo on her team tracksuit.

"Your team is not listed," the woman then said.

For a brief second, Orla couldn't breathe.

"Um, I think you should check again," said Kate.

But when the woman did, she just shook her head.

"I have checked twice now. It's not there."

Orla was shocked.

"It could never just be easy, could it?"

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Whilst Kate phoned Phoebe, who had been put in charge of the studio whilst A-Troupe and Kate were away, Orla stayed with the register woman, trying desperately to find TNS on some sort of form.

Finally, she did.

"Look, there! There!" She said determinedly, having found a sheet on which The Next Step Studio was written. "This is us!"

"This is an incomplete list," the woman told her.

"Incomplete?" Orla frowned.

"Because you needed twelve signatures," the woman shrugged. "You only have eleven on there."

Orla looked down at the list. "Only eleven? Who are we miss-?"

Of course.

Of. Course.

"I am not even surprised," Orla gave an irritated sarcastic smile. "It's always James."

"Um, if I get my idiot of a boyfriend to give you his signature today, is that alright?" Orla checked with the woman, who nodded.

"Yeah, you have until the end of the day."

"Okay."

Running back over to her studio head, she got Miss Kate off the phone saying. "Miss Kate! Miss Kate! James didn't sign his form! That's why we're not on the list!"