Dance, Sing, Love. Book 1 (english)

Chapter 2

We danced to the first song the next day, and as always, with a new singer. We had to see how he moved, how he learned, how he worked with our team. Then Miranda could create better choreography so that we would know how to adapt to the artist. In the end, it was all about him. He was the star. We were just a background. I knew that, but it doesn't change the fact that James simply pissed me. Success had gone to his head. He paid no attention to us at all. He only talked to Miranda and ignored us. We've worked with bigger stars than him in the past, like Jessica Cage or Will Jones. Each of them talked with us. We were even at several events with Jessica between shows, and Will arranged a karaoke for us. But Sheridan never once said a stupid "hello, how are you?". I didn't understand why Lena and the rest of the girls had a crush on him.

Why the hell were they staring at him like a God when he never once looked their way? In addition to that, Sheridan never once came ready to work. He was always hungover.

Before I met him, I thought of his person as per neutral. I didn't know him personally, and I didn't like his music much. I didn't like pop. He was only a star, one of many that I meet in my life. But after only two days of training with him, I recognized him as an idiot. Of course, I kept this to myself. If Lena and the rest of the fans on my team knew about it, they would probably tear me apart.

Rehearsals for the concert went on all day, from morning until late evening. It was not until the third day that Miranda gave us a free morning so we could get some rest. In the afternoon we were practicing the choreography for "Love". I got up that day quite early, at 9 a.m. Kathy was still asleep. That was not a surprise, after she talked half the night with Eva about Zafir.

I ate breakfast in the hotel restaurant and I went back to the room, only to change into costume to dance. I listened to Sheridan's song and had to admit that it perfectly fit a ballet dance. I rarely ever had a chance to dance on ballet pointe. At work, we usually danced a modern, hip hop or street dances. I was sentimental toward ballet, because it was the first dance I had learned. I just loved it.

I changed into a black leotard, black tights, and wore a navy blue skirt. My hair was tied in a tight bun, so as not to disturb me while dancing. I took my ballet shoes in hand and went to the training room. The hotel at this time was silent, with few people hanging out in the lobby. Because of the free morning, almost all the dancers were resting, or walking in the city while it wasn't too hot outside. At noon, the temperature usually exceeds 30 degrees.

I walked in the room and stretched. I did not want to get injured, and certainly not at the beginning of the tour.

After the exercises, I sat on the floor and put on my ballet shoes. I turned on the music, and closed my eyes. I rose on pointe, standing on tiptoe and lost myself in the music. My feet moved silently across the floor, as I performed various ballet figures, making my own choreography. My breathing quickened slightly as I danced faster and faster, braver. In the end, the music stopped and I opened my eyes, panting. Suddenly, my ears met the sound of clapping. Startled, I looked toward the door and I saw Miranda standing there. The blonde woman smiled broadly.

"Well, I have an idea of choreography for this song. Ballet. I rarely see a dance team dancing ballet at a pop concert. However, not all the team will dance ballet. Definitely you, Kathy, and Lena .... I have to ask who even has the basics down to do it.

My eyes widened. I knew that no one but the three of us had any clue about this dance. This meant that on stage, while performing the song by James, it would just be us three.

"No one else" I said and rubbed my hand over my neck. "You're sure it's a good idea?"

Miranda walked into the room and opened all the other windows to let in the fresh air.