By the time the male contestants' segment was over, Rhett Reynolds was already slumped in his chair.
Anna Summers had clenched her fists countless times. She couldn't understand why her luck was always so terrible, or how she always ended up paired with someone so useless.
'Even Vincent Vance would have been better this time! But no, I get matched with Rhett Reynolds, who's always dead last!'
"For the female contestants' segment, there is only one activity. You must choose a dance style you excel at and perform it on an acupressure mat for at least two minutes. Professional dance instructors will then score your performance."
As soon as she heard "dance," Anna Summers's eyes finally lit up.
She was a great dancer, while Amelia Lockhart was not! 'This is truly a godsend!'
Ethan Quinn glanced at Amelia Lockhart and saw her standing frozen in place. The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. 'She really can't dance,' he thought. 'Just hearing the word "dance" made her freeze up.'
