“Yes, the yellow ones. They’re not even minor league. They’re in their own league.”
Oh…no…
That team is wildly popular and all over social media, that’s true. But it’s definitely not straightforward, “real” baseball. It’s over the top and chaotic.
Does it look like fun? Sure. I guess. If you’re into rambunctious shows that look a little like sporting events.
“Can you…” I clear my throat and glance over my shoulder. “Fill me in on these new rules and things?”
Sutton smiles. “Oh, you’ll have a binder. Nora will get that to you.”
The binder.
I sigh. I clearly should have looked through it more thoroughly.
“Yeah, bring it to the Rec,” Beckett says, clapping me on the shoulder. “We’ll go over it with you.”
“Bring my binder to the Rec?” I repeat. Do I need to go buy highlighters at the bookstore too? “Where’s the Rec?”
“Below your new apartment.” Beckett grins. “It’s the bar half of Perks and Rec.”
Right.
I blow out a breath. “Great.” The bar where they vote that they hate memore than the most disgusting vegetable on the planet.
“But for now,” Sutton says, addressing the group. “You all need to line up. Wearegetting this choreography right today and yes, wearekeeping the song fromPrincess and the Frog.It’s not up for debate.”
Beckett elbows me as Sutton skates to the center of the ice, and everyone starts moving into position. “That’s a movie set in New Orleans and on the bayou.”
“I’ve heard of it.” Though I’m not sure how I’ve heard of it.
“I’ve got a solo.” He grins.
Of course he does.
I nod. “It’s a cartoon, right? Frogs and a big alligator?”
“Yep.” He chuckles. “Just let Sutton know if you want a solo, too. She’s had to bribe and threaten everyone except me, Zeke, and Josh.”
“I’m good.”
He laughs and skates off to get into position at the front of the group.
I hang back and wait for instructions on where to go.
But I have a bad feeling that I might end up at the front eventually. Because that’s where the star, theleader, the bigname should be, right? Even on a dancing, lip-syncing hockey team.
I groan internally.
Astrid owes me an explanation and a fucking raise.
I don’t even know what she’s paying me.
“You can just hang out and watch for a little bit,” Sutton calls to me. “I’ll work you in, for sure, but let’s give you an idea about what we’re doing. Then we’ll probably need a couple of one-on-one sessions to get you caught up.”
I give her a thumbs up.
The music starts, and everyone starts moving.
