Dancing Through the Minds of Twizzlers

Week 3- Meryl

Chapter 5: Week 3- Meryl

Summary:

What a week three for Meryl's heart.

Notes:

Wow I'm a terrible updater. Sorry about that, AP classes will do that.

Once again, real people, fake events. Am not affiliated, so not own.

NOTE:

This chapter is a bit different than the other four I've done so far. Please let me know what you think. I want to improve as a writer and I can't do that without your help.

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Currently, Meryl's trying to get a hold of herself in the small bathroom of her hotel room. Makeup's running down her face, and she feels humiliated. She had exposed her true heart on the dance floor, only to be slapped in the face by being passed over in a dedication from the one man that holds her entire being.

Since Meryl's a tad upset, I'll tell you guys some of what happened. I'd hate for you to get a false impression about her or the man in question.

For those of you who don't know me, I'm Maksim Chmerkovskiy, Meryl's partner on Dancing with the Stars. Call me Maks, though, Maksim is so formal. Don't worry, Meryl will take over for me when she composes herself. I hope you don't mind me talking to you.

Okay, here goes nothing!

Tuesday morning, March 25, 2014

We had just received word that our assignment for next week was the celebrities greatest year. I had figured Meryl would pick this year, what with the Olympic gold medal she just won (you know, no big deal), but she had other ideas.

"I want my greatest year to be my greatest 17 years."

That definitely took me by surprise, but when she explained why, I completely understood it. I'll let her tell you what she said though; it isn't my place to explain. Anyway, it was kind of a challenge because it had to be done in the right way, or else the whole dance rouse would fall away. I had some ideas, but I wasn't quite sure if I could encompass everything that she wanted to say in that one dance. It was certainly the first time I'd done something of this urgency or scale.

We got the song "All of Me" by John Legend, and that ended up working out perfectly because if the hidden meaning wasn't understood, Meryl could just claim that she gave her all to her sport and to the Olympics. We got to work right away. I choreographed the dance with some pretty intimate moves, but ones that could be taken symbolically, even though they were meant literally. We trained hard all week, and by show night, Meryl was nervous, but the dance looked professional. I could tell there was something on her mind, but I didn't want to pry. She looked one step from the edge of a cliff, and I didn't want to push her over. If I pried, I knew she would go back on her dance, and I don't want her to have any regrets about this.

I knew she loved him, I just never knew the extent.

She explained what happened during the Cup of Russia back in 2008. Long story short, she thought it would go somewhere, after what had happened that night, but he was oblivious, even after she gave him her all and he gave her his. Basically, that's when she knew for sure that she, Meryl Elizabeth Davis was absolutely, irrevocably in love with Charles Allen White Jr., and nothing could or would ever change that.

Oh, it looks like Meryl's as okay as she can be for now. I'll turn you over to her. Its been nice talking, and I hope you all don't think badly of me in future dances for messing up your ship. Believe me, I'm on your ship, I don't want to sink it.

Meryl

Okay, so when we found out what the assignment was, I knew immediately that I wanted to use this to tell Charlie how I felt about him. But then there was the issue of Tanith and Charlie's relationship, and I didn't want to cause any problems between the three of us. That would just be really awkward and put Charlie in the middle. So the hidden meaning in the song worked out really well for me. Charlie can read me like a book, 17 years will do that to a relationship, but he's also rather oblivious sometimes. I'm hoping secretly, he can read the message I've put behind this dance.

The week went by so quickly. I wasn't ready for show night emotionally. Normally when I got nervous, Charlie grabbed my hand and kissed my forehead before looking in my eyes and giving me a smile. We aren't at the Tessa and Scott level of eye sex and affection, so it just looks like best friends calming each other down. But tonight, for the first time ever, I'm alone with my hyperactive mind. And I don't like it.

I was two dancers ahead of Charlie. I steeled my nerve as best I could, gathered up all my wits and poured everything into this dance. I pretended Maks was Charlie, and that we were out on there the ice. At the end, I had nothing left to give; the floor stained red with my heart's true intentions. Looking over to where Charlie was, I couldn't read his expression. I looked at his hands, and could tell that he got the hidden message. Charlie's hands give everything away, even when his face is a stone mask. When he's happy, he wiggles his fingers back and forth subconsciously. When he's nervous, he moves his left hand as though it's playing a concerto on his violin. But worst of all is what his hands were doing then.

Absolutely still, frozen together. I can practically hear the gears turning in his head. If I was nervous before, I was terrified now.

After watching Danica's touching tribute to her adorable son, it was Charlie's turn. He'd been strangely distant all week, but I figured it was just stress. After I performed, he couldn't look me in the eye. After watching his pre-dance package, now I know why.

I guess 17 years doesn't mean shit to him. 17 years of shared blood, sweat, and tears. More than a decade and a half of stress, travel, worry, and joy. I had given him more than just everyday for most of my life. I gave up so much for us and our dream. Friends, clubs, graduating college on time, vacations, birthday parties, other sports, the list goes on and on. But I had given him my most closely guarded possession. My whole heart. He gave his to Tanith and unknowingly crushed mine in his calloused palm.

He gave up more than I did. His first love: hockey, and the chance to be a singles skater. His 1st violin spot in an award winning school symphony orchestra, and normal high school and college experiences.

But I guess my sacrifices didn't resonate with him as his sacrifices did with me. He is my best friend, and I would do anything for him, literally anything, but he doesn't realize the effect he has on my heart. I have to start putting myself first I guess.

Yes, he and Tanith are dating, and the woman must be the patron saint of patience to deal with him, our atypical best friend relationship and his everyday antics, but I thought 17 years warranted at least one mention of a Meryl in there. I guess not.

To tell you the truth I didn't even watch his dance. I was too busy trying to hold myself together. I could feel a hand on my shoulder, but I was in too much a state of shock to get comfort from it. I was really surprised that the hand belonged to Cody.

He'd divulged that he'd figured the message out as well, and he understood the feeling of an unrequited love. Wow, those 17 year old eyes have seen much more pain, rejection and sadness from music labels and romantic interests than he cares to admit. He was ready to set himself and Witney on Charlie to knock some sense into him. Witney and Cody are scary when they team up, and even scarier when they get angry. Seriously, Val made the mistake of crossing them a month and a half ago, and he still sleeps with one eye open. I told him that it wasn't necessary, but I fear for Charlie's well being because there's no stopping the two of them once they have an idea in their heads.

After the show ended, I headed back to my hotel room. After changing into some sweats and my Olympic team jacket, I just sat down on the bathroom floor, and sobbed what was left of my heart out, not even bothering to take off my make-up. Maks came up an hour later, because we had to film this confessional.

This show is not at all what I thought it would be. My emotions are all out of whack, and I don't know how much more of this I can handle. Thanks for listening to my sad confessional. I hope it gets better from here.