Practice Makes Perfect || Shadley
Hadley couldn't find her dance gear, and it was osmething that was really annoying. In the cramped hotel room that she was sharing with Amanda , it seemed like their stuff had combined. Picking up a pair of black shorts, the blonde threw them on. Pulling on a black tank top over her bra, Hadley picked up her shoes and her water, picking up the keys to the room. Leaving the little hotel room, she felt the excitement perk up. After all, Shale was growing to be one of her closest friends.
Walking down to the conference room, Hadley stumbled around for a moment. After all, she had no idea where any of the conference rooms were, so she wished that she had some sort of idea where she was going. She was getting annoyed with being lost, and was about to text Shale when the massive five stood out. Hadley was relieved, collapsing into the door and letting herself in.
Shale wasn't there yet, so that gave Hadley time to practice. She was really out of it, and dropped her bag in the corner of the room. Her turns needed severe practice, since everything felt sore. She hadn't stretched out properly when Shale and her practiced last, but that didn't matter. She was scared about the lifts, since Shale's arm was still giving him trouble. But the blonde needed faith in him. After all, she liked him more than friends, and that connection, that chemistry, should be enough.
