Yeah, I'm A Maslow. So?

You Gotta Dance!

"Carlos, focus! One, two, three, four," the choreographer said, showing the dance moves to the guys as they dance along. From where I can see, the moves didn't look that hard.

This is actually the first time I've seen James dancing other than our usual games. He's actually taking this hwole thing serously. Maybe too seriously, he should loosen up a bit. They all should. That might help.

"Yes?"

I blinked to see their choreographer looking at me, curiously and slightly annoyed.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"You said, something might help the guys with their dancing...." he said.

"I did?"

"Yes, you did," he said getting annoyed by the minute.

"Well, sorry," I told him. " I was just thinking about it."

"She usually says whatver comes to her mind without realizing it," James added.

I glared at him and said, "That's not true!"

"You've been doing that since we were kids," he said.

"I don't!"

"You do."

"No, I don't!"

"Yeah, you do."

"I do not!"

"Yes-"

"STOP IT!!!"

James and I looked at the tired and annoyed choreographer.

"If you two are going to argue, then, go outside and do it there!" he told us.

He spat some of the words which caused me to say, "Gross, you spit on me! Sheesh! You're just like Coach Beast. Yell, spit. Yell, spit."

James chuckled and asked, "How is she?"

"Oh, you know," I said, trying to put her nicely. "Fine and dandy."

But he saw right trough it and asked, "That bad?"

"She's just going trough a rough time," I said, hesitantly, suddenly feeling guilty I brought her up.

"Don't worry," he said, putting an arm around my shoulder. "It's not your fault."

I shrugged.

Their choreographer rubbed his temples for a while before turning to the boys, "Alright, from the top."

"Can I go out for a walk?" I asked James, ignoring the choreographer.

"Where would you go?" he asked, frowning slightly.

"I don't know, I'll just walk around I guess," I said.

"I don't think you should..."

"James," I whined.

"It's dangerous out there."

"But it's boring in here," I said. "Please?"

"But...what if something had happen to you?" he asked, worriedly.

"I'll hit whoever it is that's about to hurt me."

He look at me warily and said, "I guess y-"

"Ah, come in!"

We both turned to see their choreographer was busy inviting some guy in. But he is kind of cute! Our eyes met and he grinned at me. I didn't say anything but just turned away as if he did something wrong.