"Alright, that's enough..."
The girl standing next to the furious dancer tugged at her sleeve, gesturing toward Polly.
Polly looked ghostly pale, tears streaming down her face as she was consumed by physical pain and immense guilt.
"Your leg is the most important thing right now."
The other girls chimed in, offering gentle comfort. "You can't ruin the rest of your life over one music video."
"Exactly, we'll figure something else out. Maybe we can find a replacement."
"The shoot is at noon. There's no time to find anyone."
"What if we talk to Kenneth and see if we can push the shoot back?"
"We can't," the girls murmured among themselves. "The release date has been set for over six months. All the promos and teasers are already out, and he's submitting this for the International Music Awards. They won't just change the schedule."
"Then what do we do?" One of the girls sighed in frustration. "Our formation is incomplete now. The director wouldn't actually replace us with Reba's team, would he?"
Instantly, the hospital room fell dead silent. Everyone exchanged nervous glances.
It wasn't entirely impossible.
Their eyes slowly shifted to Charlotte, who was standing quietly.
She was the one who had it the worst. She had put so much effort into choreographing and training them, only for someone else to potentially steal the spotlight at the very last second.
"Focus on your surgery. Don't worry about the dance."
Charlotte said firmly, having already spoken to the doctor. She comforted Polly before turning to the rest of the team. "Someone will stay here with Polly. The rest of you, head to the studio set."
"Yes, Charlotte."
The girls nodded, though their hearts were heavy with anxiety. None of them dared to ask any more questions, praying there was some kind of backup plan.
...
At the filming studio, the sudden accident had thrown everything into chaos.

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