"Did you hear me? I said that you can't wear that weird face paint for the performance. Your previous teams might have allowed it, but I certainly won't."
"That's fine. I won't have it on for performance day. Excuse me."
"Really?" William asked with a skeptical expression as if he couldn't believe it was that easy.
"Yes."
Ari pushed past William to sit inside the practice room beside Mathew, who had dark eye bags under his eyes, and began to stretch in preparation for choreography practice.
Mathew stared at him for several seconds, his mouth moving but no words coming out, until Ari finally broke the silence.
"What?"
"How's your ankle?"
"It's fine."
"Are you sure? You were limping yesterday. You need to be careful about injuries and make sure they heal properly the first time. I recommend going back to the hospital and getting an okay from the doctor."
And have them charge me an arm and a leg? No thanks. Besides-
