93. Happy flirting...

Vera’s POV.

I pause, wheezing for breath. Gosh, my lungs are practically screaming for more oxygen and my body is begging for a little rest but I need to keep doing this. I need to keep practicing. I mean, the Tell with Your Body show, is only a few weeks away from now.

“Hi, Vee.”

I crane my neck at the sound of my name. It’s one of my colleagues in Days Dreams. The music blasting out of the practice room whirl inside when the girl opened the door to come in.

“Hi, Anny. You done with Bruce?” I ask her, straightening from my crouched position. Sweat escapes me in rivulets given how much I have been cat-walking on my six inches pencil-mouth heels.

I strut over to my corner and grab a hold of the bottle of water I came with.

“Not yet. Dude never gets tired.” Anny says, smirking.

I screw the lid of the water can open, throwing my head backward, I drizzle the water down my throat, wetting it.

I’ve been here since eight in the morning and if I’m not mistaken, it should be one p.m. now.

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