The Secret Dancing Life

The Secret Dancing Life -- Not expecting that --

We drove to the dance studio, constantly chatting about the possibility of who I would be dancing for.
"Do you think that it will be someone like Olly Murs?" Meg asked excitedly, and I rolled my eyes. She was obsessed with Olly Murs.
"I'm not sure, Megs. We are about to find out." I pulled into the parking lot of the dance studio and got out. I headed to the tiny boot of my car, pulled out my bag with everything I needed in it and heaved it onto my aching shoulder. We went inside, and I headed off to change while Meg entered the studio. I was halfway changed when I heard Meg scream. I ran out of the changing room and into the studio, tripping on the door. I fell flat on my face with a thud. I moaned as the floor impacted with my bruised ribs. Suddenly, there was a set of hands, and they helped me up. Once I was upright, I looked up and found that it was Rihanna. I must have looked like an idiot as my jaw fell to the floor. Rihanna helped me out by closing my mouth whilst chuckling.
"Are you going to dance like that?" She asked, motioning to me. I looked down in confusion and then went bright red. I had just run out in my sports bra and dance trackies, which were halfway down my legs. That was so embarrassing.
"No, I'm not. I will be right back." I waddled back into the changing rooms and slapped myself on the forehead. I was such an idiot, and there was no way that Rihanna was in the studio where I was dancing. I quickly changed and headed back to see if I was imagining things. I was not imagining things as Rihanna was still there, and Meg was hounding her at her feet like a puppy. I frowned and walked over to her.
"Meg?" I asked quietly, and she looked at me and smiled.
"Yeah?"
"Leave her alone." I was good when it came to celebrities, as I danced with them all the time. They weren't any different from normal human beings. They had feelings like everyone else and, most of the time, hated being hounded by fans. Meg realised what I was saying, stepped back, and blushed.
"Sorry." Rihanna just laughed and smiled fondly at Meg.
"That's okay. I am used to it now. Are you okay?" She asked, turning to me, and I felt my cheeks go pink. I just wanted the earth to open up now and swallow me whole from the embarrassment. I guess God doesn't like me, and I didn't get my wish.
"Yeah. Sorry about that. It was just that my friend Meg here screamed, and I thought something had gone wrong like she had fallen through a window or something." I said, babbling. I soon became quiet when she raised an eyebrow.

"A window?" She asked skeptically. I smiled tightly, tried not to laugh, and glanced at Meg, who was blushing.
"She has done it before." Rihanna seemed amused and then turned back to Linda, who was sorting out the music.
"Shall we begin?" Linda nodded. I started to warm up, and as I was finished, Rihanna's song came on. 'We found love'.
"Oh, I love this song," I said, sighing. Rihanna wasn't supposed to hear it, but she did. She was also stretching, and I noticed her smile. I straightened up and looked at Linda.
"I'm ready to go." She nodded.
"Actually. Can I see you dance independently for a minute or two to see what you are like? Then I will come in, and I want you to follow me. Okay?" I nodded, and Linda put on the music.

I stood still momentarily as I let the music flow through me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, smiling at the pleasant feeling I got. I then launched into a complicated routine that Linda had taught me. I danced for a while solo, then Rihanna came in and started to dance. I slowed down and watched her until I picked up her style. I then changed my dancing to match hers, and I watched us in the mirror, with her in the lead and me being the mirror image. We danced until the song had ended. Rihanna turned and high-fived me.
"You are as good as they say you are."
"Thanks." I replied, smiling.
"I want her to dance in my concert." Rihanna said firmly, turning to Linda. My eyes popped in surprise. Rihanna's concert? Oh my god! I think that I have died and gone to dance heaven.
"Certainly, Ri. Are you okay with that, Nora?" Linda said, looking over Rihanna's shoulder, and I nodded eagerly.
"Then it's settled." Rihanna said, smiling. She came up and hugged me. I hugged her back and must have been grinning like an idiot.
"You are good. You have such a natural talent." I beamed at the comment. We then set to work on the track and worked through the routine, giving it basic steps. We had finished after dark, and I was exhausted and sweaty. I walked to my bag and grabbed a towel and water bottle. I grabbed another bottle and threw it at Meg, knowing she would want it. I drank it greedily until it was all gone and then wiped my head and neck down. Rihanna left soon after that to get back and record some tracks. She gave me her number and said that I could text her if I needed to ask questions. We had arranged to meet tomorrow night here in the studio, and I couldn't wait. Rihanna was the most prominent person I could dance for, and I was positive that if I could dance for her, I could dance for anyone. I said a quick goodbye to Linda and headed into the parking lot. I looked at my watch and cringed. My father would notice if I came in now, and he would kill me. Meg seemed to sense what was wrong and came and put a cautious arm around me, avoiding the sweat.
"Come stay at mine tonight?"
"You sure?" I asked.
"Positive. You have clothes around mine so that you can change in the morning." I smiled and nodded. We then went to my car and drove to Meg's house, where all the lights were on. I was so tired that I couldn't wait to sleep. We headed into the house, and I was greeted by the love I should have had from my father and Meg's family. I talked with her family for a while, and then we headed to bed for some much-needed rest.

We got to school as usual the following day, and everything seemed as it should have been. The sluts were there, as usual, throwing insults, and I ignored them. I headed into form with Meg, and we took our usual seats at the back and waited until the tutor came in to take the register. The sluts came in shortly after wearing barely anything, and what they did have on was pink. Gross. They all had bleached blonde hair, and all looked the same. A Barbie. I sighed as I leaned back into my seat, but the slut's babble sparked my interest. I leaned forward in my chair and strained my hearing. They were planning to go to a concert, and I listened harder. I wanted to know who.
"Oh my god, right. It is going to be like so amazing! We have tickets that are like at the front so we can like see her and all her dancers. I like can't wait." One said, and it irritated me at how many 'likes' they used in one sentence. There should be a damn law about that.
"Yeah, I know, right. It's like amazing. I mean, who doesn't like her? She is like a goddess. She is like almost as pretty as me!" The head squealed, and I rolled my eyes. They were all pigheaded. I was curious to know who they were going to see. I was then horrified at their following statement.
"Oh god! I just like love, Rihanna. I can't like wait to see her! We even get to go like backstage and meet her and her dancers. I wonder if her dancers are as cool as her." I paled. Meg was trying to get my attention, but I was frozen. They were going to meet Rihanna and her dancers. I was one of the dancers. My life was over! Meg then had enough and punched my arm. I yelled out in pain, and the sluts turned to stare at us.

"Freaks." They sniggered, and Meg gave them the bird. I turned around, grabbed Meg by the forearms, and looked her straight in the eye."I have a huge problem.""What?" Meg asked worriedly, and then I explained what I had just heard. Meg's mouth dropped to the floor. She suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my seat and out the door before the teacher could say anything. I stumbled after her and into the hallway."They are going to be meeting her and the dancers!" She yelled, and I nodded weakly. Meg frowned and started to pace. I stood there in a trance, knowing that my career was over. Meg stopped and then grinned at me like a Cheshire cat."I have an idea.""What is it?" I asked desperately."We kill them all." I frowned."You know, as much as I would like to do that. We can't." Meg pouted, and then my phone buzzed. I pulled my phone out and read the caller ID. Rihanna. Just the person that I need to talk to."Hey, Ri." I chirped."Hey!" She replied."What's up?""I'm just making sure that you will be there tonight.""Oh, sure. I have a quick question.""Fire away.""I heard that you are meeting fans backstage with your dancers. Does that include me?""Yes. You are my dancer. Is that a problem?""No. I just wondered.""Okay. See you later." She hung up, and I sighed. Meg looked at me expectantly."It's true." I huffed, and Meg frowned."This is not good.""Maybe it will be." I said, smiling, and Meg looked confused."It might be time to give up the double life." She looked at me with a raised eyebrow."You sure that you really wanna do that? You wanna have all the sluts pinning after you and wanting to be your best friend because of your job?" Meg asked sceptically, and I stood there musing for a second."I don't think so. We need a plan."