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"I came up with something." Both Shane and Carla said to one another when they saw each in the dance studio.


"Shit we're really alike."


Carla shrugged. "You first."


Shane shook his head. "Na uh. If you have something it's probs better than mines."


Carla rolled her eyes. "Uh no. Show me yours."


"Urg fine." Shane got up and started dancing his routine to an instrumental version of Olivia Rodigo's Traitor.


Carla smiled as she watched her friend dance. She hate to admit it but his routine was definitely better than hers. There was something in the way he danced it made it feel so real and raw.


The girl started clapping when the boy finished. "Shane that's beautiful."


"No it's not." Shane said, immediately shy from the compliment. 


"Yes it is."


"No show me yours."


Carla shook her head. "Nope. We're using yours."


"Carls. We are not using mine. We're not gonna get the leads if we use mine."


"Yes we will."


"Show me yours."


Carla rolled her eyes at her stubborn friend. "Fine. But we're using yours."


"No promises." 

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