I Wanna Dance With Somebody

The Meeting

The house they pull up to is gorgeous. It's large and white - what Emma would easily call a mansion, but she's seen some of the neighboring homes here in LA ad this one looks almost small in comparison.
Lily lets out a whistle as the car stops and the driver gets out to help them out of the car. Emma's half that she's not the only one amazed by the house.
The front for opens and a man steps out. " Hello. Welcome. I'm Claude and I'll be taking you downstairs and getting you all set up. "
" Hi. I'm Emma. Thank. "
She takes in as much as the house as she can while she follows after Claude. A rage spiral staircase, a mostly black and a white color scheme. He stops in a small little alcove with a door in it. There's a table next to it where a mic. Pack is laying. " Gotta mic you up. " He says, holding up the mic ack.
"Oh. Right. Of course." Emma nods, standing perfectly still as Claude Ives around her body, attaching the mic pack to the back of her leggings and threading the mic cord up through her tank top. She should probably feel weird about this, but her mind is so stuck on what's about to happen that she can't seem to work p on any other emotions.
" Alright. I think I got you hooked up. We'll check downstairs to be sure. " He says as he opens the door, which leads to a set of steps. Emma follows him, feeling ready to throw up. When they reach the bottom. Claude moves forward, while she stays planted on the bottom step.
Claude opens a door and peeks his head around, which looks rather ridiculous- a large man like him, peeking around the corner in such fashion. The he looks back. " Can you give is a one, two?"
Emma blinks, not understanding.
"Say something, Emma" Lily hisses behind her
"Oh." Emma looks down at the microphone as thought just realizing i's there "Uh, one,two"
Claude looks into the room, then back out them " You're al good" He offers her what she thinks is to be a reassuring smile before looking back into the room "Ready?"
He must receive a affirmative because he turns and nods to Emma. She doesn't move from the bottom step, her feet suddenly frozen. Everything seems real now. She's actually going to be doing this show. She's actually going to be dancing with a professional who is waiting right behind the door
"Emma, go." Lily gives her a not so gentle nudge, and Emma stumbles forward off the step, grabbing the door to steady herself.
She can do this. She opens the door and steps into the room.
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"Oh my god." She gasps when she gets her first look at her partner. She's not sure exactly what oh my god refers to - the fact that there's actually a full production team, including camera mm, in the room, the fact that the woman standing in the studio really is Regina Mills, or the fact that Regina Mills is absolutely, stunningly, breathtakingly gorgeous.
She knows she's supposed to be reacting more - going over and hugger her partner or what ever - but she really can't move. She's dumbfounded by the sight of Regina Mills.
"Oh my god." She says again and she wonder just how ridicules she must look.
"You're my partner?" Regina asks, trying to get any kind of reaction out of her, she's sure.
"Hi" is the best she can offer. She ties to smile, but she's it quite sure it actually works.
"Hello." Regina smile- smiles and it's so beautiful; This is going to be a disaster, because Regina is gorgeous ad Emma can't even speak, let alone move of god forbid, dance "I'm Regina. "
"Swan" She finally manages and then winces "Emma Swan"
There's the sound of a giggle from somewhere and it finally seems to snap her out of her stupor. She moves forward "I'm sorry. I'm just I cant believe that you're my partner. "
Regina laughs and Emma's stomach goes somersaulting out of her body, she's sure if it. "Is that a good thing. "

"Yes! Of course, yes. I'm so excited, I swear. I'm just – you're just –"

"It happens." A small voice says and before Emma can find the source of it, it continues. "You should probably hug her now. For the cameras, you know. Make it look good."

"Henry." Regina scolds, but Emma's already moving forward. She embraces Regina, holding on to her tightly before pulling away and rubbing a hand over her face.