"Thanks mom!" I waved at her as she drove away. I turned around and ran into the building, hoping Ms. Blossom wouldn't be red in the face. I passed the hallway full of old pictures of classes full of girls who wished to pursue a career in dancing. Many of them have. I just wished I would be able to follow in there footsteps. All of my life, since I was a little girl, I wanted to be a dancer. I started off small: my mother taught me basic steps of ballet in my parent's bedroom. I then went on from dancing at home to dancing in a studio. The even steps and graceful movements suddenly become a part of me; it made me feel happy.
I open the doors to Studio 24 and see the eyes of my class, Ms.Blossom, Mae, and two others staring up at me.
"Jasmine, where on Earth have you been?" exclaimed Ms.Blossom. I looked over to the tone woman. Her redish hair was up in a bun and her green eyes were framed with eyeliner and mascara. Even though she isn't married, she still has a motherly aura around her. This was one of her "mom" acts.
"Ms. Blossom, I am so sorry," I began to say. "You see, my laptop wasn't on and I was working on a song so I didn't realize you sent an email to me and then Mae called to tell me about it and then i read it and it was such a shock and then I rushed right away and-"
Ms. Blossom gave out a laugh. I looked at her with confusion. "Oh sweetheart its fine. I understand and plus Mae told me everything. I just wanted to make sure one of my best students were okay."
I sighed with relief and took in a breath. I didn't realize it took all the air inside me for the little rant.
"Come with me dearie," she said to me. She put an arm across my shoulder and led me to a man and a teenage boy who looked the same age as me. The much older man was African American and was very tall. Just looking up at him made my neck start to hurt. He looked tough on the outside, his shoulders were broad under his black suit and his head was shaved, but he seem to have a gushy, warm side when he smiled at me and held out his hand. I smiled back, grateful he had a gentle side to him.
"Hi, I'm Christopher Scooter," the man greeted me.
"Jasmine," I replied back, as I shook his hand.
I turned to the young man who seemed he didn't want to be here. He had golden locks that swept to the side of his face. His muscles were barely visible underneath his white dress shirt. Golden shades covered his eyes but I was certain he was looking me over.
"Jonathon, be respectful," Christopher scolded him. The boy sighed, which obviously showed he was annoyed. He took his shades off and I gasp. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue. And cheesy as it sounds, it was like swimming in a big pool. Yet, those pair seem very familiar. His blue eyes glanced down at my bracelet. They widened for a second but suddenly went back to their bored look.
"Jasmine, this is Jonathon Cooper, singer and now a dancer," Christopher informed me.
"Uh hi," I said. He looked at me, my bracelet, and around the room. Under his breath, I heard him mutter a hi. Rude. I looked at his manager, giving him a look. All he did was shrug and shake his head.
"So, what was your email about?" I asked Ms.Blossom.
"Oh honey, like you read, Jonathon's manager wants us to choreograph the waltz scene, this year, for Jonathon's new music video. And even better, he wants you to be the main girl for this project!" she exclaimed.
My eyes widened. "Main girl? You mean I have to dance, with him?" My finger pointed in Jonathon's direction. His face had a smirk on it.
"Look," I faced Christopher. "I am very flattered and all, but I don't think I am a good choice. I mean there are other more talented people in this class, like Mae for example. Plus-" I glanced over to Jonathon. "I don't like him."
Ms.Blossom and Christopher exchanged looks. "Jasmine, please," Christopher put his hand on my shoulder. "I've heard from everyone that you were the best out of the class, even your friend Mae said so. Plus, Ms.Blossom has been telling me about how much you want to pursue a dream as a dancer. This may be your only opportunity."
I glanced down at my converse. He did have a point. Many people have said to me I was the best and this could help with my career. I glanced at the three of them. My eyes then wandered to Mae who was nodding her head furiously and gave me two thumbs up. I sighed.
"Well sweetie? What do you say?" Ms.Blossom asked. I looked up at her and nodded. She smiled at gave a nod towards Christopher.
"Awesome. Now if you guys excuse me, Ms.Blossom and I have some planning to do," the manager said. They both walked off to a little desk and began to have a discussion.
I turned my attention towards Jonathon who seemed to be looking me over, again.
"What are you looking at?" I rudely asked.
"Just you brownie, just you," his young, manly voice smirked backed. I winced. My dad used to call my that, until he passed away from lung cancer. Of course, he just had to smoke. He didn't even have the guts to tell us he was addicted. It was at the last minute, on his death bed. Jonathon seemed to have notice this, for a split second his eyes were filled with concern.
"Uh, are you okay?" he asked, taking a step forward. I took a step back.
"Yeah, I am. I just remembered I had to do something," I muttered. I walked away from him and kept my head down. I walked until I saw a pair of ballet flats in front of mine, Mae's ballet flats.
"Hey, are you okay?" she asked. I looked up to her. Worried was plastered all over her face.
I took in a deep breathe and smiled at her. "Yeah, I'm fine," She gave me a a small smile and looked up to Jonathon. "So, what do you think of Mr. Pop-star over there?"
My eyes glanced up to him. That concern look on his face returned to his uninterested expression as his fingers tapped away on his phone. "Rude, very rude,"
She laughed. "At least enjoy having a celebrity among our mist. Many of the girls here are swooning over him and wish to be in your spot,"
Girls' giggles ripped throughout the studio. I glanced on Jonathon who seemed to have a smirk, again, on his face after winking to a group of 14 year old's in the corner. His blue eyes looked at me.
Jelly? his lips mouth. His face moved to an amuse expression as I made a shock look. I stuck my tongue at him and faced Mae again, crossing my arms. Her eyes rolled and crossed her arms as well.
"This is going to be a long project," I muttered under my breath.
