Let's Try it Again

The Way You Look

"Amelia! Hey, I need to talk to you!"

She had been the guys new choreographer for a month now and things were heating up between her and Joe. They did nothing but flirt and tease each other, the sexual tension was beginning to mount between them, and it was getting to the point where everyone noticed, except for the two of them.

Amelia was in the dance studio going over the New Kids album and coming up with some ideas for the dancing. She had a towel over her shoulders and she turned as she heard her name being called to see Ali walking into the studio, a stressed look on her face.

"What's up?"

Ali put a hand to her face. "I'm in deep trouble here and I need you to help me out."

Amelia wiped the sweat off her face and put her hands on her hips. "What's up?"

"Well," Ali said as she pulled a chair out and sat down. "We are supposed to be filming that Summertime video today. I got the models all lined up, but one of them came down with the flu. So I'm one short."

Amelia grabbed a T shirt and pulled it over her body and smiled. 'And so where does me helping you come into play?"

Ali cupped her hands together. "Please, please, please do the video. I need a girl for Joe and you'd be perfect."

Amelia looked at her, pulling her hair into a high pony tail. "What have you been smoking Ali? No way!"

Ali feel down onto her knees. "Please, please. Help me here. I'm begging you! The producer is already on my ass and I don't need him yelling at me because I'm one girl short. I've called the agency and they don't have any one close to the description of the girl. You're perfect. PLEASE!!"

Amelia laughed at Ali as she grabbed both of Amelia's legs and bent her head. She sighed.

"Alright, alright. Just because I don't like to see you begging."

Ali stood up and hugged Amelia. "Thank you so much! The guys are already filming their solo parts. We need to get you down there fast."

She grabbed Amelia's hand and drug her through the studio and the hopped into the limo and headed to Sunset Beach where the filming was happening.

Alright George, I've got your girl, call off the search!"

George Wiley looked up to see Ali and a smile crept onto his white bearded face. "Ahhh, Ali. I have not once have been disappointed, you always deliver." He pushed his glasses down the bridge of his nose and looked at Amelia, who was standing behind Ali. "Is this the girl?"

Ali smiled and took Amelia's hand and brought her to the front. "This is Amelia."

George got off his director's chair and walked up to Amelia and studied her. He walked behind her, Amelia following him with her head. He put a hand on his chin. "Hmmm...very nice. Great body, nice curves. Not very tall, but that's OK." He clapped his hands, making Amelia jump. "I love her! Where was she two hours ago? The first model was able to shoot the beach scene, but she had to go home." George took Amelia by the shoulder's and steered her towards the wardrobe rack. "Now dear, this hear is Frank and he will dress you to the 9's."

Amelia was pushed towards the rack and she looked over at Ali to help her, but she was being lead away by George. She jumped when she heard a whistle.

"Wow, you are to die for."

Amelia turned around to see a tall man wearing a straw cowboy hat and red tinted glasses. He had on a mesh shirt and jeans. "Excuse me?"