No pressure: A Rihanna/ Justin Bieber fanfic

Chapter 11: Dance Lesson:

JUSTIN'S POV:

My choreographer knows this great little studio in New York. Its a little pricey, but totally worth it.  Its a nice sized room, but not too big, and the floor is made from this wood laminate stuff. I was really glad they had an open slot for me, all this last minute planning has been really crazy so it's a nice relief.
I pace around the studio, the sound of my sneakers echoing  in the empty space. I
She texted me about 5 minutes ago saying she was almost here. I  look into the mirrors lining the walls to check my appearance. My hat needs a little adjusting, and my track pants  are a little creased. I smooth myself out. There, all good!
As I go to put my playlist on shuffle  on my cellphone, I hear the door open.
"Heyyyy!" A voice says from behind me. I look over my shoulder.

Rihanna steps into the room. She's wearing this really sexy black sport bra under this gray crop top thing, that's kind of hanging off her shoulder and these tight black leggings that cling to her thighs like a second skin. She's carrying  an iced coffee from "The Coffee bean and Leaf" in one hand and her jacket in her other. Her arms open for the hug.
I swoop in.

"Rih! Ah, I'm so glad you could make it!"

I look down at her feet.

"Ayee I see you remembered to wear to wear tennis shoes!" I said smirking.

She flipped her pony tail.
"Oh, I know how to dress. This ain't my first rodeo."

I smirked, "Aight maybe you can teach me some moves too after, I'm done teaching you how to dance like a black man of course."

She looked me up and down, but not in a co descending way, I couldn't quiet read it, but it was almost like she was intrigued.

"Maybe." She said. She looked around the room. "Alright, show me what you got."

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I stood to her left in front of the mirror. A bright tropical dance house track  with brassy horns beats, and island rhythms  was playing that was easy to move too.
I looked at her face in the mirror as I spoke.
"Mimic me my body as I go through it."

She clapped her hands together. "Got you."

I went back to the lesson. "Ok so the first thing you're going to want to do is kick your left leg out."

She kicked her left leg out.

"Switch it out for the right leg, kick the right leg out, and then kick the left leg out one more time and put it behind your right leg. And we're just going to do that whole thing but then for the other leg." I looked at her. "You got  it?"

She did the ok sign with her hands.

We run  through the first part of the dance. She really is a quick learner. But I guess it makes since she's been doing this since she was 16. She the best for a reason.

"Next step you're  going to turn side ways and pull your arms up to your chest to make a T like this"

I demonstrate  in the mirror.

"Like this?" she asked
I looked at her
"Nah, you're just a little off center, let me-"
I get behind her and put my hands on her smooth shoulders. Her skin is  so soft. Soft is a word I'd never thought  I would use to describe her, but she was soft to the touch. She still smells like marshmallows. I try to collect myself.

"You need to pivot more this way." I said

She nodded her head. "What's next?"

"Then after that we  do a turn, put our hand out to the audience slide and then repeat." I was about to demonstrate but then she stopped me.

"Nah, I want to see if I can do it by myself."
Without a started to execute the movements, her face smiling  as she tried to piece together the movements in her head.  She finished, near perfect.
She turns to me, her eyes looking up at me sparkling, like a little kid.

"Did I do it right?"
I look back into them.

"It was perfect." I said smiling.

She claps her hands together and laughs,spinning with delight. Wow, I love her laugh. I love her laugh so much.  She starts to improvise new dance movements off the choreography.  What a natural.

She turns to me again.
"Hey, this music is hella lit. Who is it by?"

"It's mine actually." I say. "It's a demo for my new album, but we're still working on the lyrics and stuff. Skrillix helped produce it for me."

She looked at me shocked. "Damn, this is really good, not that the other music is bad, but this is like..." she paused to put her words together, "...a song for everyone."

"Thanks, that means a lot,"I say

We start to dance again. It's not one of those dances were you can get really...close to each other, but it's still fun. We move like clockwork together.

"One day, I got to show you the way we dance in Barbados," she says "I've got so many dance moves to show you"

All of a sudden, "When You Ready Come and Get Get It" comes on. My face drops. This is Selena's song. I forgot it was on the playlist. I begin to freak out.
I run over to the phone and turn it off.

Rihanna looks at me.
"You ok there Justin?"

I look back at her, my face pale as snow. "Yeah, yeah."

The room is silent. This date was going so well. And now it's fucked.  I wish that song had never come up. I'm wishing a lot of things right now. I wish I could forget a lot of things. She changes the subject.

"Well I've got it to get going, I've got to get up in the morning, but I've had a great."

"Me too." I say.
I look at her as she gathers her coat and walks over to the door. It went by so fast.

"So,you're leaving New York tomorrow? " I ask.

She threw her coat over her shoulder. Her expression changed as she stood in the doorway.
"Yeah, my plane leaves in the morning."  

My heart sank in my chest.
I walked over to wear she stood, my hands grasping the metal frame of the door way. I had to remind myself to relax.
"Is it cool if I see you off?" I asked

She smiled.
"I'd love that."

We hugged one last time.

"I had an amazing evening tonight, Justin. Thank you for a wonderful time."

"No problem." I said. She turned to walk out the door  "So I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked

She turned her head around and smiled.

"Yeah, tomorrow." Her gaze was so and warm soft. "Goodnight Justin" 
I forced a smile, and she left.

I put my head against the door. Tonight had gone so perfectly, up until that song played. I thought I had removed it from my playlist. Rih probably thinks that it means...but it doesn't. I'm over it!  It was just a mistake, that's all it was.  I turn off the lights in the studio. The view of manhattan snaps to life, sparking white and yellow against the night. It breath taking.
New York is going to be a lot more lonely without her. At least I get to see her leave. I turn my phone back on. The Selena track starts playing again.