Get in the Rhythm {Book 1}

6.

I got up to the studio and saw Avriel. I smiled instantly. A girl then came out of the room behind the window. She was beautiful, extremely beautiful. She was a black woman with stunning brown eyes and amazing curly hair. My smile faded (A/N: I thought I'd involve myself in the story because why not. Just imagine that I'm in my twenties. I attached a photo of myself)

"Precioso!" Avriel shouted happily, as he came up to me. "I want to introduce you to someone." He held my hand and walked me over to her. "This is Shemi" He gestured at her.

"Hi, Mitch" She said as she shook my hand. "It's nice to meet you" She didn't have a spanish accent like he did, she had a British accent. I wondered how she knew him.

"She's here to help me teach you your part of the routine" Avriel informed me. "First we're going to show you the routine, so sit down and watch" He smiled at me before he walked to his speakers and I sat down on a chair. The music played and they stood by each other.

It's like she changed personalities. It's like she had passion running through her. Avriel shared the same passion.

Her hips were more apparent than Avriel's but Avriel's were still mesmerising. They were doing the standard steps but then they locked hands and began moving as a unit. There we so many spins. So much footwork. They were working so well together.

I could see how Avriel was looking at her. His hands were on her hips. He had so much lust in his eyes. I was extremely jealous.

They had finished their dancing and I clapped. I wasn't going to lie, it was amazing, but couldn't help but feel envious. "That was amazing" I said trying to hide my envy.

"Thank you" Avriel and Shemi said happily.

"Now, Shemi is going to show you how to do the moves, while I go take a small break" Avriel said as he left the room. I was left with a person I was jealous of. How great.

"You ready to learn the moves?" She asked me as I stood up.

"I guess" I sighed while trying to sound positive.

She turned in the music and began dancing. I followed her steps and it was going great. But then she stopped.

"Mitch, what's eating you up?" She asked sympathetically.

Where did that come from?