C Minor // R5

Talk of the Torso

I never feel comfortable in bathing suits for a reason none of my friends can understand. They make fun of my stomach every time I come over for a swim or a pool party. They constantly throw around the word "ripped."

I hate that word.

It makes me sound like Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson, not a classically trained ballerina.

And as small as I am naturally, being only five feet tall and weighing only seventy five pounds, I still like to stay in shape by doing at least 150 crunches a day. When I come out, just in time, I spot Maia and jog over quickly before we start dancing to "Surf Crazy".

"Oh my gosh you look so cute in that bathing suit!" What an unusual complement. Usually people immediately talk about my abs, but maybe because of the high waisted style, it hides them. Not that I am ashamed of having them, but again, not a WWE contestant.

Flattered by the complement, I reply with a thank you and a complement back about how pretty her hair looks in the shinning sun of Puerto Rico. It really accents the lighter brown in her hair.

I soon meet a girl named Grace, who is playing Lela. This is the girl Garrett was taking about on the plane. Garrett also joins us and we all begin to laugh and make small A talk. A few more backup dancer join along and we all talk. I've made new friends faster than I thought I would. Also, no one has talked of my abs giving me a new found confidence. Soon enough I see Ross, the boy from earlier, jog over.

"Hey guy- Oh my god! Look at your sick abs!"

Nope, I spoke too soon.

I cover up my torso and turn to everyone as they begin pressure me to see.

"Come on it's nothing to be embarrassed about. You've worked hard to earn your fit apperacne." Grce says in a loving and caring tone that makes my unveil my mid section.

Everyone gasps causing my to cover my stomach again.

"Holy crap! You're ripped!" Ross exclaims peeling my arms away from my body. I try to look casual. "Your abs are better than mine. And that's saying something!" Ross lifts his rash guard to reveal is sub-par abs.

Suddenly I am aroused in competition.

If this is the type of cocky boy with a giant ego, then I'll put up a competition.

"Please! You call those abs?" I ask and let out a chuckle. "How many sit ups do you do? One?" I ask.

"I don't do sit ups." He smirks. Crap.

"Well in that case they're not so sub-par." I say.

"How many do you do a day?"

"At least 150. Usually my average is 300 though." I say.

"What?" They all say in unison.

"Yeah I usually do 150 at home and 150 at dance." I say.

"Cast members to set for 'Surf Crazy!'" I hear someone yell. Finally.

Before I leave Ross grabs my elbow .

"What? I need to get to set!" I say. Obviously he is pretty used to following his own rules and taking things lightly.

He looks at my abs again. "I'll see you round." He says. Before jogging to set.