Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 34

It was past midday when the guys decided to have a break from rehearsals to go have something to eat or drink. I had spent most of the morning with Leanne, one of the dancers. Unlike the rest of them, she seemed to be a really sweet girl. She was the one who had offered to help me with the choreographies patiently whilst the others just examined me judgmentally from head to toe.

"Don't pay attention to them - they just can't admit there's someone better than them" Leanne told me with a kind smile.

"I'm not better than them..." I shook my head.

"Oh don't play the modest card with me, Aimee... you're an excellent dancer, by far one of the best I have seen in my life! And believe me when I say I've seen quite a few..."

"You can't be that old..."

"You'd be surprised..."

"How old are you?"

"Thirty-four..." she lowered her voice ashamed of admitting her age.

"You're not old...!"

"Awww, you're so sweet... and such a bad liar!" she burst out laughing - if only she knew...!

"Yeah..." I rolled my eyes "You got me...! Ha-ha..."

"Hey girls..." Howard called our attention whilst most of the people went out of the room "Wanna join us? We're gonna have lunch next door..."

"Oh, thank God you said it Mr. Donald! I'm starving!" Leanne said humorously and picked her coat and bag up "You coming, Aimee?"

"Hmm... I’d rather stay and practise if you don't mind... I’ve still got so much to learn and---"

"Have fun...!" Leanne and Howard waved goodbye as they walked out of the room, leaving me alone in the middle of the big studio, my only company being the stereo and a wall-to-wall mirror.

What a crazy morning that one had been, I thought as I drank some water. And what a crazy couple of days I had gone through since I arrived in England! Two months ago nobody would've thought that I would be standing in a studio in London, where the biggest British band after The Beatles rehearsed!

Everything had happened so fast, I thought, I hadn't had enough time to process everythingevents I had gone through. As I sat on the floor, leaning my head against the wall with my eyes closed, I recalled everything: bumping into Mark at a club the first night in London; panic attack # 1; going out to buy some wine; bumping into Mark again; 'I'm Aimee...'; Mark standing at my door; panic attack #2; lies, lies and more lies; a forced date with Mark; a kiss; another goodbye...

"Mind if I join you?" I heard Mark's voice and I instantly opened my eyes.

"Ermm--- no, go ahead..."

"How are you?"

"Fine... still trying to get used to all this..."

"Hope you get used to this quickly... the first concert isin two weeks..."

"Ha... everything will be okay... Leanne's taught me the choreography to three songs already"

"You know them already? Wooow... you learn fast!"

"Need to polish some things but I think I got them..."

"Good to know..." he smiled at me and leaned his head to a side "You know who you're dancing with yet?"

"No... Leanne couldn't tell me since she says that after this girl's injured her leg you've rearranged everything or something?"

"Yeah, kind of..."