“I really hope mine will.” Sawyer grins.
“It’s more of a combination than a move. It goes well with my song “Set Free.”” When Jin stretches his arms above his head, he winces.
His shoulder must still be hurting him.
He shouldn’t be doing this.
I tap my own shoulder in question to check if Jin wants me to stop this.
Jin gives a small shake of his head, however, side eying Zoe. She is still watching him closely.
“Scoop your arm across your chest, before bringing it above your head. Then finally point it in front of your chest.” Jin demonstrates making the move look fluid, sassy, and easy. He’s like water transformed into dance. “Once your arm is pointing in front of you, sway your hips from side to side. You want to give it attitude. Imagine that you’re the star.”
Madan looks horrified. “You have to be kidding me.”
I’m sweating. My hands are clammy. My skin prickles.
All the cameras are pointing at us.
How many people are about to watch my disastrous attempt?
I don’t go to clubs. Rejects don’t get invited to prom.
The times that I’ve tried to dance, I’ve embarrassed myself enough.
Serenity is standing to the side, smirking like she knows how humiliating this will be for the Alphas, as well as the Reject Omega.
Easter, on the other hand, is rocking on her heels with excitement.
I take a deep breath.
I’ll do my best because it’s for Jin.
Jin claps his hands. “You first.”
Madan growls with disgust at the whole thing, before pointing at the sky more like a warrior Alpha than a dancer.
He doesn’t even attempt to sway his hips.
Then he outstares Jin, daring Jin to criticize him.
How would the Idols be treated, if they dared to act like that in practice?
Would they be starved? Made to repeat the move until they collapsed in exhaustion?
Beaten?
Finally, Jin looks away.
He points at Sawyer.
Sawyer winks at me, before he hesitates, as if composing himself.
Can he dance?
Then Sawyer jerks and jolts likehe’sthe one who issitting on an electric knot.
Jin’s mouth falls open.