<div class="floatright">(http://i167.photobucket.com/albums/u133/kokotigress/Elliquiy/SerindaSwanCreature-1.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Yawning, Isabella ran a hand through her hair and shuffled into the room behind a bunch of other girls who's names she couldn't remember. When she'd shown up for tryouts, Isabella had certainly had her share of doubts concerning the the nature of the LFL and the team. However, she missed playing sports and being part of a team so no matter how iffy the situation—and the uniforms—seemed she'd decided to give it her all. Even though some of the drills had been hell, she'd be proud that she had been on of the ones standing at the end rather than being sprawled out on the ground. <br/><br/>Now though, some of the nerves has returned. Damn if she knew what they were looking for. Did they want pretty girls who could catch, or athletes who happened to be pretty? Oh hell. <strong><em>Chill out Izzy. If you make it, you make it. If you don't, you don't. No biggie.</em></strong> … Right.<br/><br/>She listened to the Coach's very short and to the point introduction, very carefully NOT looking in Lilah's direction—though that was much harder than one might think—and then turned her attention to the screen as directed. She watched the short presentation cue up with mixed feelings, the loud voice and background music making her a bit antsy. Why couldn't they just post a list and get it over with? <br/><br/>Rolling her eyes, she shoved her hands in her pockets and waited patiently. When Eliza's name was called she felt a sharp twinge of jealousy as Lilah beamed and hugged the other woman. <strong><em>Not here Cipriani!</em></strong> Thankfully, her inner turmoil was cut short by the announcement of her own name and she felt a weight shift in her chest, making it so she could breathe a little easier. She hadn't realized she cared that much, but she'd really wanted to make the team. Not for the reasons her agent had prodded her to tryout, but for herself. She thrived on competition, and she desperately needed a pick me up after the past few months.<br/><br/>Returning Lilah's smile instinctively, and trying desperately not to read anything into it, Izzy moved to take her seat. Hearing her former best friend's name announced not long after—as if she'd had any doubt—she felt another small weight shift but decided not to examine that one too much, it would just make her feel terrible and she already had enough going on. Besides, she was here for football. ...mostly.  <br/><br/>She heard the rest of the women announced and found that a good number of them were people she had picked out as being decent. She was pleased to hear that at least. If the team had been filled with vapid, no talent chicks, Izzy would have quit. So, now that that little presentation was over, she wondered what came next.<br/><br/><em>“On behalf of the Detroit Pride, I thank you ladies for trying out, but at this time, you will not be offered contracts.  I am going to have to ask you to please leave the room.”</em> On cue the door again opened, by the assistant coach, showing the way for them to leave.<br/><br/>Izzy chose that moment to tune out. The dismissed girls were getting loud and making dumb ass comments and while it was mildly amusing, she had little patience for it right this moment. She could understand them being upset but damn, have some class and just leave. Rolling her eyes again, she kept quiet and pulled out her phone. While the others started chatting and whatnot—she only knew two people here and they weren't on speaking terms as far as she knew—she got super “busy” sending a text to her agent and her eldest sister letting them know she'd made it so far and would call them later. It only took like two seconds but the others didn't need to know that. </span></span>