Dance Into My Heart

Chapter 1 Nanny

I took a deep breath, cleared my mind, and pressed "play." A classical song had started playing, accompanied with a smooth soft voice.

I felt the passion in the music, and my body started to correspond with it. Even though the song was in French, I could tell it was a love song.

"Graceful," I told myself.

I didn't even realize I closed my eyes; there was just so much passion in the song.

When I danced, I completely let go of all the stress.

That is, until someone interrupts me.

"Tiffany! Dinner's ready!"

My eyes shot opened and I was forced into reality.

"Coming!"

I shut off my stereo, grabbed a water bottle from my mini fridge, and made my way downstairs. We lived in a decent sized mansion: 8 bedrooms (each with their own bathrooms) 2 living rooms/ 3 lofts, and of course, my studio.

"I also have a present for you, little sis," my brother Justin said, handing me a medium sized, meticulously wrapped box. I lived with my 25 year old brother, who was a well-known photographer. My parents weren't in the picture, as they were off expanding their businesses. Since money was waaaay more important than family. Right.

I opened it with care, since it'd be a shame to waste his time wrapping this beautiful box, oh who am I kidding, it's meant to be torn apart !

"Slow down there, kid," he smiled.

I ignored him as my excitement got the best of me.

I pulled out a beautiful, form-fitting, sky blue gown.

He usually got gifts for me when he was about to leave for a prolonged period of time.

I didn't mind: a mansion to myself means more dancing time.

I looked at him sheepishly.

"So, where are you going THIS time?"

"Oh, heh . You see..."

"Cut to the chase !" I laughed as I grabbed a plate.

"I got this temporary job to photograph and create a documentary on the monarchies that still exist all over the world... And this time, it'll take about 2 years."

My jaw dropped. Yeah it was disgusting because I was eating ... I think it was an appropriate time to set manners aside.

"When will you leave?" I chewed.

"In three days...BUT!! I promise to spend all the time I can with you ! And I've talked to mom and dad.. They're sending one of the best workers from the Minor Care Taking Agency to look after you. Don't worry, they've had plenty of back up checks to make sure he's no pedophile-"

"He?! You mean to say, I'm stuck with a grown man whom I'm never met before, for TWO YEARS?! Can I at least have some say in this?!" I cut him off.

"I'm sorry Tiff... But tomorrow we will meet him together. I won't let you stay with someone who I think is a bad guy. Plus, you have Francine... AAAND this agency mom and dad use is top of the line. They use it with all the rich spoiled brats," he smiled.

I appreciate him trying to brighten the mood, but I was in disbelief. Francine was our 40 year-old French maid, who showed me her favorite songs. Hence, the song I was dancing to earlier.

"Yeah it's a baby sitting agency for teens," I scoffed, now playing with my food. I lost my appetite.

Wasn't Francine enough ?

Well I guess not because they paid her for a different job. Whatever.

We both made jokes an tried to make the best of how much time we had together. Time flew by.

"Go get some sleep, I'll have Francine wake you up at 8, Tiff. Good night!"

He made his way up the stairs.

I followed a little after, but going back to my studio.

"Just one dance before I sleep,"

I told myself.

I played the French song from earlier, and danced and danced.

My head was cleared.

My stress was reasonably gone and it was ...

1:30 in the morning ?!?!

I ran to my room and quickly showered before hopping into bed, falling fast asleep, wondering who this oh-so-lucky stranger had the pleasure of baby-sitting me.

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"Honey, It's time to wake up," Francine shook me lightly.

"Your friend, Isabel, is here to see you, she said it was urgent."

I instructed her to let her up here in about 10 minutes, as I got decent.

It'd only been about 5 when I heard her rushing up the stairs.

"Tiffany, you will NEVER guess what happened to me last night," Isabel exclaimed as I brushed my hair.

"And you'll never guess what news I have for you!!! BUT GO FIRST !" I told her while brushing my hair.

"WELL this new teacher came to school yesterday. And he replaced our old hag of a dance teacher. I just knew it was going to be a great day! It was Friday, I woke up feeling refreshed, James got me flowers... Ahh." She sighed. James was her boyfriend of 5 years. They rarely fought and were madly in love. I, on the other hand, went to school every other day, since I was a senior that had passed all the necessary classes. We both attended in Northern California, Long Beach Private Academy for Visual and Performing Arts.

"And what about this new teacher?" I asked intrigued.

" Well he was hot and pretty young for a teacher. Must've been his new job. Ahh. I can fantasize right ?" She smirked.

"You're so stupid Isabel! Cut to the chase!" I laughed.

"Well the stuff about the teacher was a plus... But anyway! James is taking me out on a date and we're staying in a hotel!" I wasn't surprised. They deserved it. And then it hit me...

"OH and my news... My brother is leaving for two years and that leaves the house to me! But ...

You can stay here anytime you want !! But can it be ALL THE TIME?

There's this dude who's supposed to be babysitting-"

"HAHA you're gonna need a baby sitter? Wow! That's hilarious. But creepy... It's a dude?!" She covered her mouth in shock.

Just then I hear the doorbell ring.

"That's him now, actually," I said with a nervous look on my face.

She grabs my hand for support and we make our way downstairs.

"Come on in, sir," Francine gestures in for the mystery guy to come.

"Mr. Wilson?" Isabel's mouth dropped.

"Nice to see you ... Erm.. Forgive me, for I am new and I have forgotten your name," Mr Wilson says.

"Isabel," she blushes. "Oh Tiff! This is our new dance teacher I've told you about," she giggled.

No. Way.