Love At First Dance

The Battle of the Dances

Prouloge

I take a deep breath. The dense, muggy air around me felt like a suffocating wool blanket, enveloping me with its unwanted warmth.  The giangantic warehouse was crowded with giggly model-like girls and muscular guys -which sky-rocketed my anxiety. This was my last chance. To make something of myself, my life- my everything.

Mustering up all of my courage, I fight through the mob of people like I'm in school again to the sign in. There's multiple people there all being checked in by a cranky mid-aged lady with frizzy red hair. When it's my turn she snaps,"Name," Not even a please was offered.

Geesh! Someone must be on her time of the month.

"Eve Maxwell," I say nervously, almost having to yell over the crowd.

The lady hands me a number, "Clip it to the front of your shirt, now move,"

Quickly getting out of her way, I find an fold up chair chair close to the stage and clip my number to shirt. I'm so on edge, I'm bouncing in my seat like a five year old. If only my brother was here or my friends from my old dance school. I missed them so much. More and more people begin filling up the chairs as the time ticks by. I should be strectching, but I'm just so scared.

I can't do this. I can't. I can't. I can't.

"Alrightly ladies and gentlemen! Please quiet down and take a seat!"

I'm snapped out of my thoughts by the one and only- Dario Campbell the host of Battle of the Dances himself. Silence and awe fell over the room, except for the few girls screaming in the back silly nonsense such as marriage proposals and fake proclaimations of love. Dario is a model and an actor whom takes up hosting the show as if it were an extra-ciricular activity. Don't get me wrong- he's hilarious it's just that it's obvoius that the only reason they really keep him on the show is because he's good looking. He flashes the fangirls  an award-winning cocky grin that looks michevious to me.

"Love you too, ladies," he chuckles and runs his hands through his longish blonde hair, displaying his chiseled jawline. I roll my eyes at their ditziness. "Okay now that we're done with that I'd like the following people to come with me to the autitorium. Once there I will explain further directions. The rest of you can sit tight until your name is called. Stretching is vital. Any questions?" I turn and see the giggly girls' hands shoot up in the air.

"Besides proposals," He grins widely, like a kid on Christams, enjoying the adoration.

No hands go up.

Dario just nods, "Okay then the following come with me Zackery Aarons, Robin Cooper, Justina Dawn....," Dario carries on and on- How many people is he calling? The barage of names becomes a blaring mixture of sounds and I wish he'd just shut up, " And Everett Henderson... oh and Eve Maxwell,"

Dammit

Slowly, I rise out of my seat and follow the line of people Dario is leading. He takes us down a long hallway and up multiple flights of stairs. My hands are shaking so bad, I'm having trouble hanging onto the railing. On the third flight, I slip but catch myself. Everyone looks at me for a few moments but thankfully not Dario, and we carry on wordlessly. Suddenly someone comes up real close behind me and snidely comments, "Have a nice trip?"

Like a silly schoolgirl I blush profusely, though I did not appreciate his comment.

"Ignore my brother, he's an ass," A girl comes up next to me. She looks about my age and has long chestnut hair pulled up in a high ponytail.

"It's okay," I tell her, I stop and turn to her brother giving him a sharp look. He has shaggy hair that's more auburn but they have the same nose, same blue eyes, and smiles, " I quickly figured it out myself,"

His grin grows wider as if he has been rewarded for doing something right, " What's your name?"

I shrug, "What does it mean to you? We'll never see each other after this audition,"

"You're implying I want to see you again? O do you want to see me-"

"Shut up Everett," his sister rolls her eyes as we ascend up the stairs, "Just because she's a girl doesn't mean you have to flirt with her. You're so desperate," She smiles at me, "I'm Emeril, you don't have to tell me your name, but yeah that's my twinnie Everett. I'm obvisously cooler though,"

"Hey!" Everett exclaims and we all laugh. My nerves had actually started to go away, until Dario called out, "We're here. The choreographers will teach you the combination then you'll preform. Afterwards you will have solos to preform. Remember have fun!"

You're not the one dancing here, with your whole future on the line. I think grimly

Then we all walked to our fate, good or bad being scarily undetermined.