Jessica, listened as Valerie tried unsuccessfully to pump them up.  She wasn’t really one for team spirit, coming from a sport where your ‘teamates’ were just as likely to trip you down the stairs as your competition.  But it gave her a little twang of guilt when the enthusiasm of the linewoman was met with stark silence.<em>Oww…. awkward</em>she thought grimacing out of empathy, as Valerie dejectedly took her seat.<br/><br/>She glanced over the contract that was handed out, really she wasn’t reading it, she just flipped through the pages, not wanting to sign it without at least looking like she was reading it.  She had just clicked her pen when, Valerie went off again.<br/><br/>By the time the rant had finished, the young girl was biting her lip and her pen quivered over the ominous dotted line, she suddenly had the sneaking suspicion she was selling her soul or something.  She looked around at the other girls to see if any of them signed.  She ground her teeth slowly, her eyes scanning the page over again, not reading it, just feeling the butterflies fly rampant in her stomach.  She closed her eyes and quickly scribbled her signature, worried that if she saw what she was doing she’d stop herself.<br/><br/>Finally she slid the contract back down the table to the coach, upon opening her eyes she was glad to see hers wasn’t the only one down there.<br/><br/>She wasn't sure how she felt about practicing at the moment, that would have been really backhanded if they had a practice without any warning really.  She looked back up to the coach to see if he was agreeing with Valerie's comment.  Clearly though they weren't going anywhere until the contracts were either signed or in the trash.