Practice Makes Perfect || Open
Mackenzie yawned tiredly as she paced back and forth in the studio. She’d been in there since she woke up. The eight year old even slept in her crop top and booty shorts. Her hair was back in a pony tail that was getting messier and messier every time she did a trick. But it didn’t stop her at all. No matter how many yawns and how many times she had to tighten her pony tail, Mackenzie wasn’t going to stop rehearsing. This was her second week on the Fab Four, therefore that meant she had a solo. And she couldn’t mess that up. However this week’s solo seemed more advanced than last week’s.
Kenz paused in the center of the room when she heard instrumental music coming from a studio beside her. She raised a brow, wondering who was dancing in there. She hadn’t heard that music for any of the numbers given out this week. Quietly, Kenz pushed open her door, running down to the next door. If she were tall enough, she would have looked in, but unfortunately the windows were far above her head.
Deciding that the person inside the studio wouldn’t be angry with her entering, she pushed the door, peering in to see a tall, brunette in the middle of the room.
“Beckanne!” Kenz grinned. “Where have you been silly?!”
Beckanne’s smile grew when she heard the chipper voice of 8-year-old Mackenzie Ziegler. “Kenzie!” She replied, dropping off pointe to walk over and hug her. “Congrats on being in the fab four two weeks in a row!” She exclaimed.
"I’ve been working on my technique, since someone seems to think I’m overrated or something." She shrugged. She’d seen a couple of confessions posted about her but overall brushed them off. She didn’t want a little negativeness get in her way of dance.
"How’s your solo this week, Mackenzie?" She asked, dropping down into a split.
(Source: beckanne-sisk, via aldc-maddie)