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“I’m sorry. I can do better,” Xylia muttered under her breath, pushing her gross sweaty hair out of her face. She used to be a good dancer. She had a girl group past, after all; one that had been full of dancing. Hell, she’d been a dancer before she’d been a rapper, but ever since she and her brother had gone off on their own together, she’d apparently lost her touch. And with the subunit, she was finding that she had to re-learn how to dance. No one was saying it, but she knew it was true; she was holding the group back. “Just let me run it one more time. This will be the last time, I promise. I have it now.”












