Malorie explained this to me today after ballet class. She told me that she was practicing the dance she choreographed for me once more before she showed it off, and that is when Ophélie approached her.
"Your arms certainly look better," Ophélie squealed. Malorie ignored her. "Come on, Malorie. We might be dancing alongside each other on stage. It's best we start getting along now."
Malorie huffed. "I'm not friends with people whose main intention is to tear others down."
Ophélie replied, "Oh, so I see where this is going now. You take me as competition."
Malorie, of course, denied it because the only person she competes with is herself. She wants to be better than she is, and she always feels she has room to improve. She doesn't worry about what others are doing.
Then, Ophélie said, "If you want to compete, Miss Pittsburgh Ballet Theatre School, then let's compete."
That, mes lecteurs, is how Malorie agreed to a dance-off (er, ballet-off...?) with Ophélie. Nothing good can come from this, and I'm sure this won't enhance any potential friendships.
And I don't take sides. Poor them.