Joy
Sydney
"You can't stop lookin at me, starin at me, be what I be. You can't stop lookin at me, so get up out my face. Get on the floor!" Me and Sydney sing, jamming to our fave song, Swagger Jagger.
"Oh, right here, Travis." Sydney said, pointing at a Wendy's.
"See, this is what you call, fine dining." I snicker, imitating Sydney. We have to meet Louis, Harry, Liam, Niall and Zayn to talk about our song. We walk in to see only a few tables taken. Then I see five boys playing with the salt. That was them.
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"Sorry were late. Traffic." Sydney says shaking their hands.
"There was no traffic." I whispered in her ear.
"So should I tell them that you refused to come?" She whispered back. I sat down quietly.
"Hello, I'm Harry." Harry said, shaking my hand.
"Louis."
"Niall"
"Liam."
"Zayn"
We ordered our food. But after a while it got pretty awkward. Until Sydney broke the silence.
"Ok. Lets get to know each other. I'm Sydney Hunter, I like pizza and... I don't like asparagus. Joy?" She said looking at me.
"Ok." I said standing up. "I'm Joy Summers. I like dancing and singing. And I hate awkward situations, the word boobs, not having things my way, curly hair-" I say, glaring at Harry. He nervously smiles.
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"Hey, the choreographer will be here in five minutes." Sydney said on her phone.
"But we don't use choreography." Louis says. I glare at him.
"But I do. And we do things my way. Got that?" I asks, trying to be as intimidating as I can. He nods.
"Boobs."I hear someone say, behind me. I turn around, and glare at each one of them. Then I turn back around.
"Boobs. Boobs." I hear someone say again. I turn again. They all are quiet. Some the room was filled with the word. Why would I tell them that? I ask myself.

Notes

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