<div class="floatright">(http://thechive.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/melanie-iglesias-20.jpg?w=500&amp;h=666)</div><br/>Allison didn’t have to wait long to take a seat, but that didn’t stop the butterflies from coming anyways.  She had been one of the better players at the try-out, but this hadn’t been a regular try-out had it.  She waited patiently through the rest of the names, she was a bit disappointed that neither of her friends had made the cut, but realistically, she wasn’t<em>too</em>surprised.  But, she tried to catch the eye of every girl whose name was called, giving each one a little smile.<br/><br/>As the little production wound down, she turned her attention back to the coach and only then did her smile falter.  This was definitely not the best way to handle things, she knew before it happened that things wouldn’t end well.  As the commotion started to escalate she was already out of her seat, trying to break things up, but she didn’t really need to.  A few plaintiff glances to her friend and she began the trickling of players out the door.  ’Thank you’, Allison mouthed sympathetically to her as she led the troupe out.  She settled back into her seat, crossing her bare arms on the table infront of her tank top clad chest as she leaned in on the table.<br/><br/>“Well, you can cut them a little slack,” she said very carefully, “But just a little” she said smile edging back onto her face as she contemplated Lilah across the bell of the ‘U’ shaped table.  “But seriously, ‘Did we take the wrong flyer?’” she joked in a slightly high pitched, nasally imitation of the bitter girl’s voice