
THE REBELLION STUDIO, TIME WARNER
CENTRES.
"Is this not the place?" maya murmured while checking the number listed on the door.
"Tap me" said Lola.
"Yes knock ajelah, May." Sari.
While Laras was busy calming himself. From then on his chest did not stop rustling.
Maya immediately knocks on the door. Before long the door was opened from the inside, Jack's face, the manager appeared.
"Hello, girls .. Come on, come on in" she said, opening the door wide.
The four girls entered such a spacious studio room. They were directed to the living room which was so comfortable and luxurious, making the four girls amazed. There a beautiful woman in her 30s was waiting.
"I'm Jack, who spoke yesterday with the consulate, and this is Simone, he's the choreographer who will help you" Jack said.
"I'm Maya, this is Lola, Sari and Laras." Maya introduces.
"It's nice to meet you guys." Simone shook her fourth hand. "Alright, let's just get started, The Rebellion's waiting for you there." Simone pointed towards the glass room not far from them.
Laras saw Ben who was busy with other personnel. Strange tremors came back every time he saw the man.
Simone leads the four girls to the room where Ben and his friends are. The Rebellion stopped its activities when it saw the arrival of Simone and the four girls. Marcus began to throw his mischievous smile which was immediately met with a light blow of Gregory over his head. Liam just laughed. While Ben looked at Laras and waved his hand.
"Hi, Laras," said Ben who made Maya and the others surprised. Baras just smiled and welcomed a wave of little Ben's hand.
"Simone .. Where did you get these angels?" marcus asked still with his mischievous smile.
"Boys, focus .. This isn't the time to tease these girls, okay?" Simone interrupted in annoyance." Alright .. so it's gonna be like this ...." Simone began to explain everything that must be prepared from the scenario to the choreography.
Ben occasionally glanced at Laras who was focused on listening to Simone speak. Every now and then their eyes met, but every time it happened, Laras hurriedly turned his head. Ben could catch the red hue that was on the girl's cheek. Ben smiled faintly, his mind saying Laras was so sweet with his long black hair that was smeared out. The man felt a strange sigh that he had not felt for a long time when he met a woman.
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"Ras, how do you know Benjamin anyway?What kind of class are you?" asked Maya who had previously kept her curiosity. The two were sitting in a long chair in Tudor City Park near Laras' apartment while enjoying the burger packs they bought from the burger van that runs around the park.
"Owh it .. I work at her grandmother's house, sometimes I meet her" Laras replied.
"How weird?" tanya Laras tried to hide her feelings.
"Yes very often I pergokin he again menggeliatin you, trus smile-smile that, lest he like you,"
goda Maya while nudging Laras shoulder.
Throat Barrels choked. The burger cut he was chewing felt hard to swallow. He took a bottle of water next to him and drank it. Laras breathed deeply. Maya chuckles.
"That's a sprain, '" joked Maya.
"You are, there are, yes" said Laras while holding his chest pain because the rest of the burger he chewed is still stuck there.
"Well, how do you like it?" ask Maya.
Barrel rolled his eyeballs.
"No way, ngaco you," said Laras.
"Yes, Ras."
"It's obviously impossible, Benjamin is who, who I am, different caste times."
"Ishh .. so ancient are you Ras, gini day still talking caste, especially here .. This is New York, Laras, New York!"
"Ah anyway impossible, he must be shrill also from among celebrities times," said Laras.
Maya chuckles. "When what are you? Don't you like her?"
Rounded Barrel Eyes. "I? Like Benjamin?"
Dada Laras rustling. "No, not my type." Barrel bit his lips slowly. The girl was lying to her own feelings.
Baras glanced at his watch. "Udah wants three o'clock, May, I want to go to work first yes," he said as he got up from his seat.
"OK, Ras .. means we meet again on the day H yes, we first briefing."
The two girls hugged at a glance and then walked apart. The barrel corrected the scarf around his neck and then stepped towards his workplace at McFadden's Saloon.
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