The Player's charm

Chapter 39 - Hot and Steamy

Staring at myself in the mirror, trying to control my breathing. A whole zoo loose in my stomach, I was freaking out. I closed my eyes trying to steady my breathing and calm me down but I was failing.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and opened my eyes to a guy about my age standing behind me. I turned around to face him as he spoke.

"You okay?" He asked, removing his hand from my shoulder.

"Not really. I'm extremely nervous." I said, trying to shake some nerves.

"Tell me about it. Till this day I get butterflies."

"Yeah, you a dancer?" I asked, he looked dressed like a dancer.

He wore black skinny jeans that were maybe a bit too tight, which awkwardly just had one rip. Just one rip at the left knee, what jeans has one rip? That's not the point though. He paired the jeans with an oversized white tee and a black baggy crew neck and then my guy had a feather earring in one ear, a septum piercing and long-ish messy blonde hair.

He looked shocked and maybe embarrassed, he looked a little red.

"Me, a dancer?" He asked with a slight chuckle "I can only dance when drunk but I bet you could teach me." He said smiling.

He was kind of cute, kind of a lot cute, handsome, hot.

I just laughed off his comment instead of answering. I had enough drama at the moment.

"So if you're not a dancer, what role do you play in all of this?"

"I play the role of director. I kind of put all of this together." He said seeming so humble.

This guy was the director. Brandon's friend. The guy that brought me in as a dancer. The guy that allowed me to be in a Breezo music video.

"I'm Joshua by the way, but you can call me Josh." He said smiling.

"Oh wow, this is insane, sorry. I just though that the director would be more..." I said but stopping, trying to find the right words.

"-Older?" He asked, cutting me off.

"Kind of." I replied, honestly.

"Well, that's one of the perks of dropping out of college. Parentals were upset until I started nailing jobs and now I get to do whatever I want to."

I was jealous. That's all I have to say. I was jealous.

"Must be nice." That's all I had to say.

"Yah, but you're one to talk. You're practically famous."

"People only know me because of Brandon."

"No. People know you because you're a dope-ass dancer and you are drop dead gorgeous. No one, male or female, will ever forget your face."

Was he flirting? Is that flirting?

"Thanks, you're not to bad yourself." I said and he just smiled.

After a bit of silence he smiled again.

"Are you ready to jet start your career?"

"Yes." I answered before we walked out of the dressing room and onto set.

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*Buzz* *Buzz* *Buzz*

Another day, another phone call waking me up when I'm trying to nap. I reached over for my phone without opening my eyes and answered, half asleep.

"Hello?" I mumbled.

"Hey, Rosen." An annoying, beautiful creature said.

"Mason." I said bluntly. Why was he calling me?