Something In The Way She Moves (Beatles Fan Fiction)

From Me To You

"Fondue, Front, Plié, Carry a la seconde"

Most days, Tessa enjoyed her morning classes. There was nothing like starting your day in the studio to get the blood pumping and the mind going.

But today, from the moment she awoke, she could tell it was not going to be a productive morning.

Staying out past midnight, on top of drinking half a bottle of champagne was not the smartest idea she ever had. And now, she was paying for it this morning

Not that anyone else seemed to notice.

One of the many perks of being a seasoned dancer was being able to still perform well, even under trying circumstances.  These kinds of moves, she could do in her sleep.

Most of her trouble was in her mind; thinking about Paul and the kiss they shared. Tessa felt ridiculous for focusing on it so much. She was sure Paul had kissed loads of girls in his lifetime. But for her, it was all new territory. Besides the fact that she had kissed one of the most sought after men in all of England, she had never had a real kiss with a boy. Most dancer didn't have relationships, anyway, they were too preoccupied with their careers.

"Fondue, back, carry side, ronde de jambe."

Tessa continued the movements, barely listening to their instructor, Miss Daily, as she practically knew them by heart. She heard her walking past the other girls, giving assistance where it was needed.

"Very nice ladies!" She called out as she made it to the front where Tessa was. "In a moment, I will have us all try the Act 3 Coda from Swan Lake, specifically, the fouetté. But first... Miss Gilbert, if you would come up and demonstrate them for us."

Tessa nodded and moved so everyone could see her. She got into position and as soon as the upbeat music began, she took off. For most people, this was not an enjoyable number, but Tessa loved performing fouettés. They were difficult to execute, but when Tessa finally got them down, they became fun and exciting.

She loved the rapid spinning that made her feel like she was a dancer on a music box. Her legs kicking out as she continued to turn, losing count of how many she had completed. Once, she had managed forty three fouettés in a row. Needless to say, she was fairly exhausted after that experience.

As the song came to a close, she noticed  a body in the background behind her. Suddenly, at the part where the male partner would step in, she felt herself lifted off the ground. Thanks to her professionalism, she was able to hold in her squeal of surprise, but barely.  The mystery man kneeled in front of her when the song came to a close.

Tessa roled her eyes when she saw who her partner was. Of course it was Charles, what did she expect.

"Very good, very good." Miss Daily said when Tessa was finished. "Now, your turn, girls. Just like Tessa showed you."

The music started again, and all the other girls tried to copy what Tessa had just demonstrated. She lead the girls through the number several times until they all got it down.

By the end of class, Tessa could feel the sweat coming from every pore in her body. Her muscles ached far worse then they had in a while. She was definitely in need of a break. Just a thought of going to an afternoon class made her want to lay down and cry.

She wrapped a towel around her neck in an attempt to rid herself of a little sweat, when she noticed that Charles was waiting by the door. He made eye contact with her and winked. She was surprised that he was still there. Practice took over an hour, and his time actually spent doing anything was probably less then five minutes.