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“JOOST!” Martin yelled again as he approached the young Dutchman and gripped his arm tightly. His teeth bare and ready to attack.
Here we go again..the grumpy dance instructor is pissed once again.
“I’m sorry,” Joost frowned, tapping his foot onto the floor. “Did..Did I do something bad?”
”Oh! Yes, you fucking did! I was waiting for you to get it fucking right but no! You’re a waste of time, Klein! Professionals don’t waste time!”
“I’m sorry! It’s just..I need..more time to learn this..I can’t do it in only five days!”
”Joost..you’re a dancer. These guys have been doing it for months! So why should I give you that treatment?”
”I learn better with more time to practice before the..competition?”
”No. You have to learn to do it in a fucking hours before I lose this god damn competition, suck it up!”
Joost sighed and nodded, trying again for the forth time. He had been repeating it for a few minutes or hours now, his body growing tired and unable to keep up.
”Watch that sloppy leg of yours, blonde!” Martin yelled, staring over at Nemo and Eden.
”I’m trying!” Klein screamed back.