Fireworks 3 and 4

Chapter 6ixty-One

    Drake sat in the car wondering why he felt guilty talking to a therapist about his relationship with Mia. Somehow it felt like a betrayal, which was ironic considering the fact he'd dished about his relationships in countless songs. Maybe because I didn't tell her I was going before I went, he reasoned as he pulled the car up to a flat, two-story building with signage announcing it was a dance studio.

    He checked his reflection in the rearview mirror before hopping out of the car and making his way through the front doors of the studio.

    There were women everywhere, all of the place, in varying stage of dress. Some wore cropped tops paired with shorts all the way up their ass cracks, while others wore longer shorts or leggings. Environments like this were a minefield for him, because women saw him and tended to flock. Today was no different.

    His foot crossed the threshold and it was as if they could smell the success on him.

    Heads whipped around and turned, eyes lit up, and they scurried to him.

    He chuckled and held his hands up, careful not to touch any of them. "Hi, how are you guys?"

    "Oh my God, I've wanted to meet you for forever," a tall, slender dancer with deep brown skin gushed.

    "Do you need any girls for videos coming up?" another dancer asked, to the pleasure of the other dancers surrounding him.

    He laughed. "Ah...I'm sure I do. I always do. You guys will see me quite a bit, since my girl is rehearsing here."

    At the mention of girl, some smiles froze on faces. Flirty turned polite. Most of the girls backed off immediately. They seemed to pick up on the fact that if he was mentioning his girl to them, he wasn't going to be such an easy target.

    I've fucked up majorly before and I'm not doing that again, he thought as he looked at the one remaining dancer.

    She beamed up at him. Light-skinned with hair dyed the color of cinnamon. Oh, she was a problem. He could see it in her eyes.

    He cleared his throat and gestured towards the large room where the other dancers had spilled into. "Is Mia in there?"

    "She's still changing," the dancer said, adjusting her shorts slowly, hitching them up over her hips. This action revealed a little bit more of her thighs, but she didn't seem to mind.

    His eyes lowered, but he brought them up immediately. "I can wait for her, then."

    "She should be done by now. I can show you where. My name is Farrah, by the way."

    "Nice to meet you, Farrah." He blindly followed her down a short hall beside the main dancing room.

    "There are two big dance studios, one on the first floor and one on the second floor," the dancer explained as she sashayed in front of him. "Then there are a bunch of smaller rooms off to the side where dancers or duo dance teams can practice numbers."

    Nodding his head, he kept his hands clasped behind his back. He glanced inside a couple of rooms and sure enough, dancers stretched and extended arms and legs in the privacy of their own dedicated areas.

    Farrah peered into the windows of one of the doors and pulled the door open. "She's in here."

    He strode into the room and glanced around. The room was empty, other than a wall of mirrors with a bar attached.

    The door clicked closed behind him.

    Turning, he asked, "Where is she?"

    "You don't need her," Farrah said, pressing her back to the door and effectively blocking him from leaving.