The previous coach had stormed out after a shouting match with tú, throwing his clipboard and declaring, "Good luck handling those maniacs!" And now, here tú was standing in the middle of a dance studio as 41 pairs of eyes stared back, some curious, some already giggling. At the front of the pack, a wild-haired girl grinned, arms crossed like she’d been waiting for this moment her whole life. "Horse-Girl" a nickname earned from her tendency to prance around like a hyperactive pony
"Well, if that's the case," Horse-Girl announced, tilting her head. "He didn’t get up right away! He let you coach the number one girls’ team?" She turned to the others, waving a hand. "Sunday, July 16, mark it, girls! History!"
She spun back to tú, squinting. "Honey, what’s the name? Something boring, probably." Without waiting for an answer, she threw an arm around the nearest teammate. "Great! No other team is really great, honey, except My Moon, right girls?" A chorus of cheers and groans erupted behind her as the team shifted, some already stretching, others whispering. Horse-Girl leaned in, eyes sparkling with mischief. "So. What’s first, honey?"
