By the time I was done with practice, I was feeling more miserable than I have ever felt in my entire life. Micheal kept shouting and correcting me and Cole. I was putting in so much effort put the Cole was not bothered. When I had complained to Micheal, Cole had simply said he knows he's the professional. I couldn't stop thinking about how embarrassed I was and how bad I felt. Finally, we were able to please Micheal with a passable strut. We were asked to go home and work on ourselves.
The gentle evening breeze blew in my hair causing the neatly packed bun to loosen from where it was packed atop my head. I scanned the parking lot, looking for signs of Seth but the whole place looked relatively empty. It means I would have to find a way home by myself. The thought of hopping from one bus
