| Chapter One Whitney: "And Five and Six and Seven and Eight. Good, good. No, no, Sasha, don't take that extra step. Yes, that's the step. I said don't take it. Hello! It anyone listening to me?!" I shouted, stopping the tape player. The three girls stopped and looked at me. "Okay, that's all I can stand of this practice today, I'll see you guys next week." I rolled my eyes and I turned around and faced the mirror. I walked over to the table and grabbed my bottle of water and took a big drink of it as the girls grabbed their things, mumbled something to each other, and exited the studio. I glanced at my backwards turned watch. Where was Dominic? He should be here by now. As if on cue, the door opened and in walked Dom. "Hey baby," he smiled, walking toward me. He had on his white wife beater and jogging pants, his normal dance attire. I smiled at him and he kissed me hello. "Sorry I'm late. You know, the traffic." I nodded. "Where's your 3:00?" "I sent 'em home, they were adding steps I didn't even instruct, driving me crazy!" I exclaimed. "Aww, poor baby," Dom said, putting his arms around me and lifting me off the ground. I giggled. I kissed him and soon we were so into it we didn't hear the door open. Nikki: I finally psyched myself out and pulled open the door. I was in a short top and sweatpants, ready to go. I looked around the studio and didn't see anyone...except a couple making out in the corner. "Um, excuse me?" I said. "Am I at the wrong place?" I guess they realized I was there and pulled away from each other. "Sorry," the well toned guy said, walking toward me. "You here for the tryout?" I nodded. "Yeah," I simply said. "Great, well, we have a few minutes before everything starts, so just...stretch or whatever until everyone else gets here. I nodded and set my stuff down on the ground. I sat on the hard wooden floor and began stretching out my legs. I watched as girl by girl wandered into the studio, some walking over and saying hello to the well toned guy and his girlfriend, I presume. "Hey," I heard a voice next to me say. I looked over to see a medium height, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and tanish skin girl begin to sit next to me. "Hey," I replied, reaching and grabbing the end of my foot. "I'm Teresa," she introduced herself. "Nikki," I replied. She smiled in response and began stretching like me. After another ten minutes, the studio was full of dancers. "Alright," the boyfriend said, clapping his hands a couple of times to get everyone's attention. "We're going to get started. When we call your number, come up here, give us the music you brought, then we'll watch you. We'll give you a callback if you made it. By the way, my name is Dominic and this is Whitney," he said, pointing behind him to the girlfriend. "Alright, number 75, you're up first." I rolled my eyes as I looked down at my number in my hand. 75. I grabbed my tape and confidently walked to the front of the room. I handed the tape to the girlfriend who was closest to the player. She looked at it and laughed a bit. "Hey, Dom," she smirked. "She brought Billie. Great choice for her ex-boyfriend's tryout." I glared at her. "Go ahead, Blondie, give it what you got, " she said, motioning toward the floor. Blondie? You want Blondie? I thought to myself. You're getting her. I took my place on the floor and gave my best preformance known to date, all the while staring at the girlfriend. Chapter Two... |