Dance For You Exotic and Jacquees (Coming Soon)

Grindin'.....What The Fuck.....

Exotic (A Month Later)

Everything had been going well. I had been going to therapy and I had completed my anger management classes. I felt like a new me. I was happier and things were chill, but I was so used to shit going wrong that I was waiting for some shit to pop off. My Aunt finally met Ja and boy did she put the fear of God in him. I think if it had not been for my aunt I wouldn't be in the place that I'm in now. She made me realize I had so much to live for.

Tonight was going to be epic because Ja's EP had hit the top of the charts as number one in the country and Issa was right behind him in the number two slot. They were going to do it big. I wasn't sure if I was going to make it because I am currently in New York meeting with a team of dancers that will be entering the dance program that I started. I will be critiquing them to see if they are a good fit to join me in a trip to Paris to see the background of ballet.

Sharee and Andie are in the process of opening up another shop in Miami as well as developing their own hair and make-up line. I mean we are all young, fly and successful.

I looked at the time on my phone and knew that I had to get to the dance studio on 34th street because I had a long day ahead of me. I jumped up and made my way down to the lobby of the Ritz Carlton. I walked to the front desk and told the lady that I was ready to head out. She called my driver and within a few minutes I was out the door. I was ushered in the backseat of the car and then we headed to the dance studio.

Once I got there I walked in the main entrance and then went to a room off to the side to change into some baggy sweats and half off the shoulder shirt. I pulled my hair into a messy bun and put my game face on. I had on a pair old J's and I was ready to put these girls to work. I was coming hard and I was coming fierce. I just hope they are ready.

I walked out and was lead to a room where there were about fifteen to twenty girls lined up. I took a minute to look at each and every face. I wanted to see who would crumble and who would be the last one standing. Dancing was hard work and since dance is my passion I'm about to make their asses work hard.

"Okay Ladies! We meet again. Today I'm coming hard so be ready to sweat and to feel a few body aches." I said walking back and forth in front of them.

"Let's begin with a series of stretches so that we can warm up."

I started stretching my legs and back because when dancing a lot of stress is put on these areas. Honestly your whole body is stressed because you are working every muscle. I looked through the glass mirror and I saw the girls stretching just as I was. After about fifteen minutes we wrapped up stretching.

"Today we are going to mix ballet with hip-hop. This can be difficult especially in trying to figure out what moves work best in putting these two together."

"Exotic how do you know what moves will work best?" Marla asked. She was one of the dancers that seemed shy, but could dance her ass off.

I smiled and walked over to the stereo. I looked back and said, "I'm gonna show you how."

I pressed play and scanned the disk until I found Get Low by Flo Rider. As the beat dropped I did a series of plie's (plee-yay). I added pirouette's (peer-whet) to me popping, and dropping. I had to make sure I executed every turn and move percisely or it would look sloppy.

The girls watched in amazement and fascination because it looked easy but it takes much practice and concentration to get this right. Once I had showed them the routine, I looked at them and I could tell that they were nervous as hell.

"Look ladies don't let fear paralyze and trick you into thinking that you can't when you can. It is a mind thing. Y'all have been dancing for a long time and you didn't make it this far because of fear. It was the belief that you could." I said smiling at them warmly.