The group’s management team had a few people that weren’t swapped. They escorted the mom out front to help her find her daughter while sitting the other three of us down. It had only been minues since we all found ourselves in these new bodies, and it seems the management team were already discussing business plans. A lot of money was invested in these women. And with us being in the ones in our bodies, we had a lot of leverage if we wished to continue their careers.
The man who had seemingly only spoke Spanish agreed with a “SI” almost immediately. It seemed he understood quite a bit more Enlgih than he had initially let on.
The once overweight college student was also quick to be in agreement by timidly saying she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to be seen as beautiful by the world.
“I don’t even know who these women are,” I confessed, “I don’t know how to dance. I’m not really much of a singer. I don’t even know their songs.”
I could tell by the management team’s frowns that they wish I was more excited about this. But I was honestly nervous. Was a life of fame one I really wanted? They began talking numbers, and how we’d all be millionaires. They’d teach what we needed to know: the songs, the dancing, even acting lessons. I had to admit that it did sound tempting. It was ultimately a few whispers from the college student who explained it would fall apart without me (apparently, I was in the body of the “lead” woman), and how this was her dream. After a long, tense pause, I finally nodded my head once to indicate my agreement.
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