"And one, two, three. One, two three," Ms.Blossom's voice rang out around the room. The orchestra music came out of the boom box letting our bodies move into a more graceful position. I let out an even breath as my foot drawn up to my knee and extended out in the air. I stifled a chuckled as I remember my first time doing this. A young 10 and a half year old girl full of hope and desire entered the studio and left all sore all over here body. But 6 years still doing ballet, I could do the développé with ease and without the bar.
My eyes glanced to my right at Mae. Her face as calm and her breath as even like mine. Her raven hair was braided down her back and blended against her into the black unitard, the ballet outfits we were required to wear. Her eyes were closed and I'm pretty sure she was thinking on how to write her new romance novela. Though a dancer outside, a writer was in her heart. Mae dreamed in writing a novel and making it a best seller. She wanted to be like J.K. Rowling; starting off small and BOOM, a woman everybody adores. If only that dream can come true. Both Mae's parents believe writing is a hobby, not something a career should be based on. They would rather have her be a doctor, someone everyone needs in their life and a person that has great pay. But I know her; Mae won't give up on her dream. She'll try to get the book out somehow, even if it cost her a lot. That's why I love her so much.
My eyes glanced to the mirror to see Jonathon leaning on the wall. His blue eyes were covered with his shades but a smug look covered his face. His head was facing the class's direction as they continued to put their leg up. Though hidden, I knew those eyes were sneaking around, trying to get a good view on the legs exposed. I rolled my eyes with disgust. Pervert. It seemed like every guy was. If only there were so decent guys out there. Like the men in the old times, where women wear dresses and men were polite but still flirty. Yes, I was born in the wrong generation.
"Now, fouette!" Ms.Blossom announced. Mae and I moved to the front of the room well the rest of the class tiptoed behind us. On Ms.Blossom's cue, we did a fouette, spinning while our leg opened and closed for more energy. We turned around in a circle still spinning, trying not to trip each other. I heard the cymbal crash from the music and Mae and me ended the dance, one leg behind and both arms raised.
"Brava all of you!" Ms.Blossom explained. Her hands clapped rapidly as Mae and I came out of our ending pose. Christopher's hands clapped, making an echo around the room. Girls' giggles filled the room at his reaction. "Okay girls, that's the end of today. Don't forget to practice!"
Mae and I went to our duffel bags as the rest of the class went up to Christopher and Jonathon. They all curtsied to them for some unknown reason began to bombard them with questions. "How was it?" "Did you like them?" "Were you watching me?" "Want me to teach you Jonathon?"
Mae looked at the crowd gathering around the men. "Even though I am a girl, I still can't understand us," she said with disbelief in her voice.
I laughed and took the pin out of my bun, allowing my dark hair to fall to my shoulders. "You have to if your going to have to write through the eyes of a love sick girl one day," She gave me a sly smile and laughed.
"I just can't see why anyone would be so into him though," I questioned. "His attitude annoys me."
She took of her ballet flats and began putting on her blue flip flops. "Boy, you must be so excited to be his love interest in his music video," sarcasm dripped in her voice.
"Don't even let me think about it," my hand waved the subject away. Our heads turned toward the group as Ms.Blossom scolded her students for disturbing Christopher and Jonathon's stay. They all walked away, a few sad, a few happy, picked up their duffel bag, and walked out the door. Giggles ripped through the stillness in the hallway until the last titter was gone. My hand was right on the handle until I heard Ms.Blossom call my name. I looked Mae and she gave me an understanding look. She waved her hand and walked down the hallway.
"Yes Ms.Blossom?" I asked once I approached her.
"Sweetie, remembered when you told Christopher how you you didn't like Jonathon?"she reminded me, a hand on my shoulder. I nodded my head. "Well, Christopher thinks he can solve that!" I gave her a confused look. She gestured behind me and I turned around to see the manager standing there.
"In order for you guys to cooperate during this video shoot, both of you are going to hang out with each other today," he explained.
"What?" I exclaimed, bewildered. "We-we don't have to hang out. I'll just pretend to be nice-"
"Even 'pretending to be nice' will be captured on the camera-"
"And it won't make it look magical," Ms.Blossom put in. I made a growl in the my throat and crossed my arms in front of me.
"And besides," Christopher said gleefully, as he began to drag me towards Jonathon's direction. "He's looking forward to spending some time with you."
Of course he is, I thought. He's a perv. I glanced at him. He took his sunglasses off and stared at me. I don't know if it was my imagination, but I think I saw a glimmer of hope in those blue eyes. I then glanced at Ms.Blossom. Her face was pleading for me to go; her eyes turned big and her lips all pouted. I sighed defeated.
"Alright, I'll go,"
