"Well, I like to dance, so if you do, just get on the floor, forget the romance, this is what music was created for..."
- I Like To Dance by Hot Chelle Rae
Tori:
Ty and I reported to the front desk of the dance studio and checked ourselves in. We were handed a large envelope that held our dances, our schedules for rehearsals, costume, and order of the dances for the competition. Usually, Ty and I spent the first day of our rehearsals looking through the schedules, picking the music, and bouncing choreography ideas off each other. See, each pair of dancers were given three options for music for their certain dance. No couples had the same three options, they were all different songs. With Ty and I having three dances, we had nine songs to choose from.
Ty and I had spent most of the morning tossing ideas back and forth over the Cha-Cha, saying we could use this move with this song or I could do this so you can do that. We walked down the street to grab a quick lunch and then spent another hour complaining about the Waltz. Soon enough, about two o’clock we were both sitting in the center of the dance studio, talking about the Freestyle. Well, Ty was sitting down; I was lying back against his chest. He sat cross-legged with his shoes off and I leaned my back against his chest, his chin resting on the top of my head. He had his arms locked around my stomach as my bent my knees up, resting my arms over his,
“There definitely has to be flips” I said, shuffling the three CD’s which were our options in my hands
“You’ve got to let me breakdance a bit” Ty added
“Ugh, and let you have all the fun” I joked, lightly laughing
“Hmm, and you’ve got to pull some of that sexiness, Tor-bear” he said “you know the judges always give extra points for style” he added
“You want to pop your collar, don’t you?” I asked
“Maybe” he shrugged
I laughed, leaning on my side before lying back against Ty
“It has to be fun” I told him, tilting my head back to look at him
He looked down at me
“I don’t want to just dance for the judges, I want to have fun with the Freestyle” I said
“We will, it’s our dance” he said, squeezing me in his embrace
We were silent for a moment
“What about props?” Ty asked
“I don’t think we’ve used props before…I mean, besides for setting the scene, but never, like…” I trailed off
“Incorporating props into the dance” he finished
“Yeah….” I smiled “maybe” I shrugged
His fingers tapped against my arm thoughtfully
“What about…hitting my roots?” I asked
“What, like Country music?” he asked
“Yeah, Texas was mainly country music, so…why not use that?” I asked
“Well…one of the options are country” he shrugged “but…maybe we should do the Latin” he suggested
“You just want to take your shirt off” I smirked
He winked playfully
“Wait, no…you just want to see me dancing in a mini skirt and heels” I said, smirking
“Not me…your new boyfriend” he teased
“Shut up” I groaned, smiling “he’s not my boyfriend” I grumbled into his shirt
“Yet” Ty added
I playfully hit his shoulder
After another hour of talking, we finally decided on doing the hip-hop and handed the other CD’s back to the woman at the front desk. We ran through the music of our three dances and started playing around with the choreography. Ty had good ideas for the Waltz, but I would easily get distracted and break away from him, laughing or dancing to whatever song managed to pop into my head.
By five, we had a pretty good idea of what we were doing. By six, we’d worked out a rough draft of our Cha-Cha and by seven we’d started working on our Waltz. When eight rolled around, I was tired and kept slacking off. I wanted to go home, take a shower, eat room service, and go to bed.
“Hey, Tori, your phone’s ringing” Ty said, working on a move by himself
I went over to the small chair where I’d left my bag and sure enough, Tom’s personalized ringtone was buzzing on my phone,
“Hello?” I asked, smiling
“Hey Tor, the lads and I were wondering if you wanted to come over and watch a film or something” he asked
I sighed
“Not tonight, Tom-Tom, Ty and I have been working all day and we’re both really tired” I mumbled
“Oh, alright” he said, hinting slightly at disappointment
“Can we re-schedule for tomorrow night?” I asked
“Yeah, alright…tomorrow…about eight?” he asked
“We’ll be there” I smiled
“Oh…and by the way…Nath said he misses you” he snickered
“Tom, shut up!” I heard Nathan yell in the background
I giggled
“Well…tell him, I miss him too” I smirked
“That’s disgusting” he grumbled
“Love you, Tom” I said before hanging up with a snicker
“What’s up?” Ty asked
“Tom invited us to watch a movie, but I turned him down, since we’re both like major tired. So, he changed it to tomorrow at eight” I explained quickly
“Oh cool, another reason to hang out with your new boyfriend” he said, putting emphasis on the last word
“Shut up” I moaned “he’s not my boyfriend”
“Yet” we said in unison
That got him to laugh, seeing we were now on the same page
“So…do you want to run through the Cha-Cha and then call it a night?” he asked
“Yeah, alright” I sighed, pushing myself up
He went over to the stereo to start the music. I stretched my arms out and tightened my pony tail. We actually managed to get through the still-in-work routine of our Cha-Cha and afterwards we grabbed our things, left the studio and caught a cab to go back to the hotel.
While I took a shower, Ty ordered room service and when I got out, he’d just gotten off the phone,
“Are you serious?” I asked, rubbing a towel against my wet hair
“I got into a small argument with whoever was taking my order…chill, Tori, it’ll be up in about fifteen to twenty minutes” he shrugged
“Alright” I yawned, jumping onto my freshly made bed
That’s one thing I loved about hotels. Every day is like being in a new room. New sheets, new towels, little chocolates on the pillows, dusted, vacuum, the room always smelling fresh and cool, I loved staying in hotels like this.
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Now I'll Take You By The Hand (A Nathan Sykes FanFiction)
FanfictionVictoria Fey aka "Tori" is a young American dancer competing with her partner Tyson Morin aka "Ty" in London, which happens to be the place her English cousin, Tom Parker lives. When she decides to pay him a visit, she gets more than what she expect...