Board Thread:Private Roleplays/@comment-5385060-20170925025051/@comment-4059927-20171216233536

Michael brought the palm of his open hand up to his forehead and rubbed it again before bringing it to his side and looking into Kyla's eyes. "Not only no, but fuck no. We aren't the goddamn Spice Girls, or the Cheatah Girls, or whatever. We're an actual band, we aren't looking for dancers." His neutral stance became more pensive, and the only thing stopping him from going on a full out, unfettered rant, was that she was his best friends' girl.