Chapter Eight: The Moment


“It’s okay, I mean, we can get another one” Nick smiled sweetly
“It was from my mother” I said softly, wiping a tear from my eye “I cant get another one”
“Stay here for a second” Brian instructed as an ambulance staff made his way across to me
Before I could reply Brian was making his way out of the door.
“Where do you think you’re going Brian?” Billy inquired, trying to block him
“Get out of my way” Brian announced, through clenched teeth
He stepped past him and out through the doors. A line of police were holding back the mass of people as injured people were plucked from amidst them.

There was a lot of noise, but most stopped as Brian began to speak.
“If anyone has in their possession a necklace, with a silver locket, please hand it to the front, Riyan lost hers when the barricades collapsed, so please if you have it, hand it to one of the officers, no questions asked” he pleaded, before he was quickly instructed to go back inside by Mark.

“You didn’t have to do that” I sniffed, as the wound on my head was cleaned by some guy in a white uniform.
“I know I didn’t have to, but I did” Brian smiled

We were quickly ushered into the studio, to start the interview.

~ THAT NIGHT ~

I rubbed the towel across my head as I watched some re-runs of I Love Lucy on TV. Alleah had gone out with the others to some bar or nightclub thing. Seeing as most of them lived in Florida, except for Kevin, I was pretty much the only one staying in the hotel. Belle and Nick were spending the night together in the home they shared, out by the beach in Tampa, Belle seemed strangely excited to be cooking dinner for once, I suppose doing household things like that makes her fell more “normal” rather than the chick that just follows Nick around.

A knock on the door, startled me a little. I stood up, and wandered over to the door.
“Hey, didn’t wake you did I?” Brian smiled as he stood outside in the hallway
“No, not at all, what can I do for you?” I smiled, as I hide behind the door.
I was dressed in a pair of PJ’s I’d had for god knows how long. They were blue cotton with sheep and clouds on them, not exactly what I wanted anyone to see me in.
“Something wrong?” he snickered, obviously noticed I was hiding behind the door
“No, just wearing kids pajama’s” I laughed, opening the door fully to let him in
He thanked me with a smile as he wandered into the room.
“I think they’re cute” he snickered as I closed the door behind him
I screwed my face up in disgust, I hated been called “cute”.
“So anyway, what can I do for you? I thought you’d be spending the night in your apartment?”
“I am, I just got something for you” he smiled, his blue eyes echoing the same smile
“You do?” I questioned, my eyes searching his body, to see what it was he had for me
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small box complete with a silver ribbon, and handed it to me.
“What’s this for?”
“Just open it” he laughed
I pulled the tiny bow off and opened the box slowly. I starred down entranced by the familiar object in front of me.
“Is this -?”
“Someone felt bad, they handed it back, I got it just after the show tonight” he smiled
I pulled out the silver necklace and locket. Opening it up, I saw the five faces staring back at me, it was my mothers necklace, I had it back.
“Oh thank you” I cried, running to hug him
He embraced me softly, as I sobbed happily onto his shoulder.
“Thank you so much, I thought I would never see it again” I sniffed, my arms still wrapped around him
“Not a problem” he whispered as his strong arms held me tightly.
“I owe you so much” I smiled as we parted the embrace
“You don’t owe me anything” Brain smiled as he turned me around, and placed the necklace around my neck
He secured it quickly and smiled as I spun back around.
“I do, I mean its customary for me to return the favor” I grinned softly
“Alright, I’ve been watching you on stage, you know how to dance”
“Kind of, my grandmamma taught me most of the traditional dances”
“The Tango?”
I nodded quickly.
“Teach me, I’ve always wanted to learn that kind of dancing”
I extended my head as I nodded swiftly.
“You got yourself a deal” I announced, as he shook my hand.

~ ONE WEEK LATER ~

California here we come.

God, I am so unbelievably tired, I hardly sleep now, I get so worked up about the next show, plus they have me doing promo whenever they think its possible, even if it seems its not.

I still cant get over the attention I'm getting, and I don’t think I'm the only one amazed. Its almost like they’ve never seen a singer of Spanish decent before in their life. I flew Papa up to watch one of the shows in Texas, he was so thrilled, Adrian came too, I don’t think he quite understands what’s going on, but he smiled enthusiastically and hugged me tightly afterwards. He told me that day that Mama was an angel and that she would protect me. I'm not sure why he felt the need to tell me that, but I did need that reassurance. Papa told me the same thing, that she would be so happy for me. I'm glad he’s happy for me, it means so much to me.

I flew to New York a few days ago to do a spot on MTV and quickly film a video clip for the song. It seemed so quick, and within a day I was on my way back to meet up with the tour. The video clip is pretty simple, I think they like to keep it that way. Basically it was a party scene and I spent the whole time dancing around and staring at a guy twice my age, who was – for the most part. Terribly up himself.

Keeping to my promise, every spare minute I have, I’ve been teaching Brian the Tango, its really quite amusing to see him try and figure it all out, when he thinks he gets this cute little frustrated look on his face.

Well, the bus is stopping now, back to the mad life.

Riyan

~THAT AFTERNOON~

“Alright, just feel the music” I laughed as Brian tried to master the dance
“I suck” he laughed
“You’re getting better, come on Brian, you dance like a pro on stage, this isn’t much different”
“But, all the music I dance to has beats, that’s what I dance to”
“Like a robot”
“Probably” he smirked
“Then stop, this dance isn’t about making the right steps, it’s about feeling the right movement” I whispered “You have to just feel it, and move, don’t worry about what’s right or what’s wrong, just feel, that’s what my grandmamma taught me, and that’s what I'm teaching you”
We slid across the empty studio floor, silently caught up in the music playing melodically in the background.

He ducked me with perfection as the song stopped.
“See that was perfect” I smiled running my hands across my ponytail
“You think?” he questioned, his brow furrowing with the question
“Uhuh, you’ve definitely learnt it, now all it takes is practice” I announced, sounding more and more like an instructor
“What else do you know?”
I shrugged modestly.
“Not that much, I just know the basics”
“Can you do that funny thing with your hips?” he laughed, trying to swivel and shake his hips
I laughed stupidly unable to contain it - he looked so insane.
“What about Ballet?” he questioned, turning around on one foot as a gesture
“Not really” I snorted, screwing up my face
“What does Not really mean?” he sarcastically replied
“It means I'm not very good at it, I did it a long time ago, I was never really very good”
“Show me what you got Ri” he cackled, obviously taking to my embarrassment
“NO!” I retorted
“YES!” he replied, taking the same tone I had, but with a huge smile
“NO, I'm not doing it” I pouted
“Come on, just a few steps”
“You like Ballet?” I mocked
“Nope, but I’d like to see you try doing it”
“So this is to laugh at me?”
“Yup”
“I’ll do it, if you do it” I snickered
“Ha, come on, trust me, that is NOT something you want to see”
“That’s the deal”
“Alright, you first”
“I don’t trust you”
“Well you better learn to” he smiled
“Alright fine” I sniffed as I took a ballet position against one of the beams to the side of the studio
I was neither dressed for it, or in the mood to take myself back to when I was 12 and trying to do a dance I was never good at to begin with. I breathed in slowly and balanced myself on one bare foot. Leaning down, I stayed complete still, weaving up and down in a easy yet robotic movement. With three quickly executed turns, I found myself in the middle of the room. Carefully I repeated the simple moves my dance teacher had taught me, then I felt it. Brian’s hands softly silhouetted my body, holding my wrists gently, as his body felt close against mine. Silently he moved as I did, echoing my every movement, much like a shadow would do.

“You dance good” he whispered
I stopped, his breathe on my neck sending a shiver up my spine that I had never felt before. I turned around, my eyes meeting with his.
“I try” I mouthed in response
His hands still held me gently, they’re presence still felt on my skin. It seemed like forever we just stood there, both perhaps afraid of moving, but neither knowing what to say.

He leaned in closer, his face so close I could feel is tiny breaths. He kissed me gently, unsure perhaps of the consequences of doing so. His lips were so soft, so mesmerizing. I felt myself melt into his arms as my own hands grasped to hold him. It was then, he released my arms, his hands sliding down my waist, ever so lightly scraping the side of my body. The kiss deepened as I wrapped my arms around his neck, our bodies colliding much like our lips did.


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