Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

~~Jessica's POV~~

“Is that supposed to happen?” I asked Zach as I yanked at one of the ropes and watched as one of the lights dangled from on top of the stage. Some of the girls started to squeal in fear and scurry out of the way, thinking that it was going to fall on top of them.

“Whoa there, Jessica!” Zach shouted and grabbed my hands away from the ropes. “You were just one second away from dropping the lights on those poor girls.”

I blushed, lowering my head. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright.” He chuckled.

Even though this is my second day at this school of professional arts and talents, I still barely understand all the technical stuff. I have a feeling I might never get used to it.

“Is being a techy supposed to be this difficult?” I asked him as I turned to the stage where the dancing girls were gathered around the center of the stage.

He shrugged. “Not that hard. Not once you learn the ropes.”

“Was that supposed to be a pun? You know, with the ropes?” I wondered, pointing at the ropes behind me.

He laughed. “I’m guessing it wasn’t really good?”

I couldn’t help but grin as I shook my head. “Nope. Not at all.”

I turned my attention back to the stage as the girls in their dancing uniforms began to get into a line. I furrowed my brows, wondering what they were doing. When I move forward a little bit more to get a good view, my eyes caught the most gorgeous guy on earth.

His short black hair was pushed to the side in a way that looked great on him. He had on sweats and a wife beater that I couldn’t help but gawk at.

“When you make a mistake, you are to leave immediately.” He snapped at the group of girls, making me flinch a bit. How can such a hot guy be such an asshole? These poor girls look scared of him. Or scared of messing up in front of him. “Understood?”

The girls murmured, “Yes.”

“Good. Now, let’s begin.” He said and motioned with his arm for the first girl to move forward. The first girl was a short, petite brunette. She nervously walked up to the guy and put her hands in his. Almost immediately he started to dance without even wanting her, causing her to stumble on her feet.

He groaned out in frustration and let go of her hands. “Next!” He shouted as the girl rushed past him and out of the auditorium, probably to not show anyone that she was crying. I frowned to myself at his rudeness.

The next girl stepped up then. This one looked extremely confidant. Too confident for her own good. She was blond and a little shorter than the boy. I had to admit, but they looked perfect together.

She grabbed his outstretched hand and gave him a soft smile. He gave her one as well and pulled her against his chest as the music started. They kept their eyes on eachother as they moved around the stage.

Quick-quick-slow. Quick-quick-slow. Quick-quick-slow.

I recognized the type of dance quickly. It was the Mambo.

And damn were they good at it. They moved together well, twisting and turning at all the right places. But they didn’t dance as close as they were supposed to. I remember when my Aunt had taught me how to Mambo along with other dances ever since I was six. I only danced this for about six months with her, but I knew it was a more intimate dance than these two were doing. My Aunt May actually brought a friend of hers to teach me those six months. His name was Lance. He was a Puerto Rican but he grew up in Cuba where the Mambo originated.

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