“That's it for today, people!” were the words that echoed through the studio. Joelle smiled and got up off the floor where she had just landed. They'd practiced her favourite dance routine, one with a fast pace and some partner work. Everything went well and they would soon be ready for their performance at a local tv show later this week, but first Joelle had to relax. She walked over to her bag and grabbed a towel, wiping the thin film of sweat from her face and the back of her neck. The bag was stuffed even fuller than usual, since the girl had prepared herself for whatever would be waiting for her that night. Apart from her clothes and some personal hygiene products, there were also marshmallows, brownies and some cans of mixed alcoholic drinks.<br/><br/>She said farewell to her friends and set off to the showers, where she washed the sweat off her body and enjoyed the comfortable heat of the water cascading down her elegant body and its slender curves. Joelle reached into her bag and took out a small razorblade, making sure to trim away any unwanted hair. After all, who knows in what position she'd wake up the next morning...<br/><br/>Dressed in a short black skirt and a wide pink sleeveless top that hung crookedly over one shoulder, Joelle set out towards the adress that had been given to her. Her hair was still a little bit wet, though that didn't stop her rust-brown curls from going wherever they wanted to go, giving Joelle a playful hairstyle. She hummed quietly as she listened to the music coming from her iPod, making a little dance move as she walked over the pavement. The weather was beautiful and Joelle was in a great mood, even though she was somewhat nervous about meeting people that she didn't really know all that well.<br/><br/>When she finally reached the house, Joelle's jaw dropped slightly. She had known that the adress was in a well-off neighbourhood, but she never expected a house nearly this big and luxurious looking. Her black and pink sneakers made their way towards the front door, where soon she noticed some other girls gathering. The curly-haired girl pulled the small earplugs out of her ears and put a friendly smile on her face as she approached the girls, her heavy black duffel bag hanging lazily over her shoulder. “Heya,” she said with a friendly light-hearted voice.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>