Publicity

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Nick's POV

"Nice place." I muttered silently as I looked at Miley who was lazily glaring at me.

"Don't try to make conversation, It's disturbing." She replied coldly as she sprawled her legs out on her couch. I sighed "It was a compliment." I said.

"It was annoying." She shot back.

"When is that Terrence guy going to get here?" I asked, changing the subject. Miley opened her mouth at the same time the door bell rang and we turned our heads to the direction. "He just arrived," She said and jumped to her feet and approached the door.

I followed behind her and by the time I reached the door she already opened it. "Hello!" He exclaimed and we stood silently studying his appearance, His hair was bleached blonde, pulled back neatly, not a trace of facial hair on his flawless skin, and he seemed to touch up his lips and cheeks with make up. His black jeans were hanging above his ankles and he had a leather jacket over his clean white v-neck, to complete his look, he was wearing a pair of black laced-up high heels.

"I am Terrence Givert," He declared as he extended his hand which Miley took "But you can call me Ter."

"Ter," Miley echoed as they shook hands and he smiled from ear to ear. Terrence turned to me and his eyes popped open and he gasped "Hel-lo handsome!"

I glanced at Miley who was trying to hide a smile behind her palm. "Um, I'm Nick." I said and extended my hand which he took gladly "Ooh, I like your name," He said and leaned to Miley "You guys aren't going to really date, right? So can I have him?" He said quietly and Miley cackled.

"I'm not interested," I declared nervously and Miley continued laughing.

"Oh, honey, you'll never know. Everyone's a little bit gay, You just need to embrace it." He said and Miley's jaw dropped "Oh my god, I love you already!" She exclaimed and Terrence shot her an approving smile, I shook my head in disbelief.

"Let me explain my magic;" He raised his finger up to silence and grab our attention "I am going to help you loosen up and relax, also help you learn the tricks on how to handle things. I am not an ordinary choreographer; I am a PR specialist."

"So," He clasped his hands together "Do you have a dance studio where we can practice?"

"Um, I use it to workout, but yeah." Miley replied and shrugged. Terrence clapped his hands excitedly "Perfect! Show us!" He exclaimed and Miley led us to her back yard, and we made a turn to the side of her house. A glass door entrance stood proudly facing the yard, revealing a medium sized studio with sleek wooden floorboards and mirrors all over the walls.

"This is simply perfect," Terrence said as he stood in front of us and stripped off his leather jacket and chucking it to the floor. "Where do we start?" He asked himself as he tapped his chin before he snapped his fingers "Miley!" He exclaimed and I looked over to her.

"Hm?" She hummed.

"Your momma told me to work on your expressions," He said and placed his hands on his hips "But I say; let me be the judge. Is that how you always look at Nick?" He asked and she snapped her gaze to me, her expressions were blank before it melted into disgust.

"No, no, no, you need to look like you adore him!" He said. "There is no way in hell I'm going to do that." She replied with a bitter tone.

"Honey, you're an actress, just think of it as a role; 'The Miley Who Loves Nick'." He air quoted delightfully and Miley shuddered. Terrence clicked his tongue in distress "Your mom also said that I need to use force on you,"

"I'm starting to love you a little less now," She said.

"Work with me," He said in a pleading tone "And maybe you wont have to see me again,"