The Story of Steps

Studio Rehearsals

Faye:

With a wide smile on my face I ring the doorbell of the house where Claire lives, taking her tightly into my arms as soon as she opens the door. "Hey there, Claire!" I chirp. "Excited for dance rehearsals? The dance is so great, our choreographer outdone himself there!" I say chatty while closing the door and watching her sorting her dance stuff. 

"Yes, the dance is fun." she replies with a grin. "Lisa loves the dance too, she adores these elements we putted in the performance."

"Yes, I agree  - it's just fantastic! You're excited too?"

She smiles back while taking her stuff. "At least you seem to be excited." she says with a laugh, taking her keys as well. "The others must be here soon too. So tell me, you're already excited for Florida as well?" 

"Rather excited about the song." I reply thoughtfully. "I plan a new hairstyle for these new videos. You do too?"

"No, I'm happy with my bob hairstyle at the moment." she grins. "What are you planning? Dreadlocks again?"

"No. Maybe. Don't know yet." I laugh, opening the door when seeing Lee parking in front of the house. Claire sighs - back to being unmotivated for dance rehearsals - as we both take our stuff and walk to the car. The rest of the band greets us as we sit down and we immediately burst into a conversation about all the exciting new band stuff. Since returning from Cannes we spent most of our time with dance practice while Pete worked on our newest song - the song we're now learning the choreography for.

And while Lee is driving us to rehearsals H starts to tell jokes, making us laugh all the way to the studio. In fact we still laugh when he opens the door, not even hiding our grins when being welcomed by the rest of the crew. "Glad to see you again! Quick, take your places as I want to teach you as much of the choreography as possible." the choreographer demands us immediately. "Pete told me he wants you to focus, so would you please do so?" he asks, implying on us still laughing. We politely take our places with a grin and not taking this rehearsals completely honest. But as the music starts to play, we start to realise that we maybe should really focus on practicing; basically don't knowing the choreography for our own music video - while the backing dancers are performing perfectly. Our choreographer sighs at this. "That's disappointing. Would you please focus now and don't just joke around?"

"Of course." H grins, almost making us laugh again. Okay, we understand that we should really dance well now; after all no one should be disappointed. The music is playing again and we all attempt to follow the choreography that's showed to us - but it's difficult. We obviously want to learn the choreography but it's just so confusing. Nevertheless most of us still enjoy the dancing and it's a quite cheerful atmosphere with us occasionally still joking around, H telling jokes in our breaks and sharing great talks with our dance crew. Or at least with most of them since a few started to be annoyed with us for not knowing the choreography that well. Obviously we try to work on that, listening closely to what the choreography explains us.

But then I accidentally step on the feet on one of the backing dancers. We both stumble slightly before we fall over. Watching the other's expressions - especially from H who's already laughing about us - I can't help but laugh as well. It probably looked weird and funny. Grinning at the dancer, I hold out my hand to apologise - but he slaps it away with an annoyed expression as he makes me trip to the side and falling over. Immediately H stops to laugh, seeming to hold his breath. In fact everyone of the band holds his breath while images start to play in my mind immediately. And then I simply burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably and going into a panic attack.

"Oh no. Oh Faye." H says worried. 

"Be quiet." I cry. "Please, be quiet."

I don't even mind about the other dancers staring at me at the moment. They exchange looks of confusion, not asking anything though. But Lisa and Claire are immediately walking over, taking me into their arms when quieten my sobs. "Hey, don't cry. It's all okay." Lisa says, shaking me slightly so I would actually look at her. "Calm down, please, you need to calm down." she says worried. "He didn't meant it like that, calm down please."