We will meet again

Chapter 25

Three months after I returned to LA I had already been to countless auditions, prepared a handful of new routines and I even got an offer to appear as a backup dancer in a music video. Sure, it was just some local act, but you get the point. I kept myself occupied. I would get the occasional phone calls from Harry, Niall, Liam and Louis but they were rare. Browsing the internet every now and then I realized why. The boys left for Australia soon after I visited them. They sounded excited about it but weren't expecting anything major. According to the news articles though they were quite the big deal. And now they were in the US and although it's their first time here people are really hyped up. I chuckled thinking about my last phone call with Harry. He informed me they were going to do a show in LA next week and since they had the day before off he decided to come over to visit.

At first I must admit I wasn't into that idea, but now that I think about it, it would be awesome to have him around. I really missed talking to him and I could show him around LA and he could watch me teaching classes.

Aly get a grip! As if Harry Styles would do the ordinary things...

True, he was THE Harry Styles. But that was back in the UK. Over here there were still people who furrowed their eyebrows whenever you mentioned his name or One Direction. I know cause I did some research. Hey, I needed to find a Starbucks I could hang out with him and not be bothered. You should've seen the young woman's face when she asked for my name to write on my cup and I said Harry Styles.

Priceless.

I woke up the next day and got dressed for dance practice. I had a gym appointment at 8 and then I'd go straight to the studio where I'd be teaching my beginners class. I loved teaching classes. It's not something that will make me rich, but it's an indescribably good feeling when you see your students' faces, see the passion in their eyes. Kinda reminded me of my time in the X Factor. Minus the excitement of course.

When I arrived at the gym it was packed. I decided to go on the treatmill for a bit, then sat down and waited for my instructor. He was the one who'd help me get a six pack and toned arms. He was my savior. Not that I wasn't looking good, cause I was. Dancing turned out to be the greatest workout ever. I was able to pig out on junk food and still be skinny as heck. But this is LA. Skinny is not enough. You have to be ripped as well...

After spending two hours in the gym I drove to the dance studio. When I pulled up in the parking lot I recognized the same car I've been seeing here every morning for the past week. I knew the people that were going in and out of here. None of them drove that car.

I wonder who it belongs to. 

As I entered the building I saw a tall and tan guy sitting by the cafe. Steve, a member of the staff, made one of his special energy shakes.

"Make one for me too, Steve. I kinda need it today." I said and the stranger turned around. He had piercing green eyes and a smile to die for.

"Hi, you must be Aly. Nice to meet you. I'm Mike." He got up and hugged me. I must've looked frightened because when he pulled back he actually looked worried.

"Did no one tell you? I'm here to get you ready for the audition." He simply said.

I still stood there unable to speak. That's when my phone rang in my pocket.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Aly, hi it's me. Brian? Listen, I set up a meeting for you today with one of my colleagues, Mike. I have good news. Madonna's looking for backup dancers for her tour and I want you to go to that audition in a week. But in order to do that your style has to be flawless. Mike's gonna help you with that. He'll be practicing with you for the next 7 days. Aly? Are you even listening?"