When the team arrived at 7:00 a.m. at the Hollywood studio for the Dolls’ video shooting, they couldn’t believe their eyes. The green room was filled with girls of all ages who wanted to be backup dancers in their video. The only ones missing were City Feet, who already flew home to celebrate winning first. “I told you,” Anya said. “I’ve been on open calls before. There could be thousands of girls auditioning.” Liberty spied her mother, talking to one of the Dolls’ managers in the back of the room. “Mommy! Mommy!” she shouted. “We’re here!” Jane Montgomery waved but continued making notes on her clipboard. “What’s the matter, Libbylicious?” Rochelle whispered in her ear. “Mommy too busy for you?” This time, it was Toni who stepped in to referee. “Instead of insulting each other, why don’t you go stretch and warm up,” she commanded. “I’m going to see where we are in the lineup.” Their teacher passed through the crowds of girls and coaches and made her way over to Jane.
