The Player's charm

Chapter 36 - Brandon Hanes

"Run the dance again!" Brandon screamed.

Brandon and I have been cleaning the Cherry Bombs dance for the past two hours and no matter what it has just not been working out.

The dancers were already stressed walking into the studio today because they learnt the dance last minute and have to perform tomorrow evening.

"Stop!" Brandon screamed over the music and the music stopped immediately. The dancers stood and sat on the floor, waiting for instructions.

He turned to me frustrated "Get someone's pom-poms and show them what to do before I kill one of them."

I just smiled at his frustration. It was nice watching him scream at dancers, when I was not dancing because Brandon screaming at you is scary but him screaming at others is kind of nice. I walked over taking one of the girls pom-poms and they moved off the floor.

I ran the dance, full out with music while Brandon and the dancers watched.

Brandon turned around to the dancers after I finished "Is that so hard?" Brandon asked.

"I asked a question!" He stated in a deep voice when the dancers didn't answer and the dancers finally answered "No."

"Then get up and go it again. Once with Kelly and I swear to god if you do not have it after that, you're not dancing tomorrow. I only need three dancers on the court for this routine to work and I can easily put Kelly in. So I suggest that you don't mess up."

I passed the pom-poms back to the dancers and ran the dance with them again before they did it on they own, while I stood next to Brandon.

"Why did you have to leave?" Brandon said with his eyes on the dancers.

"I couldn't do everything and there were problems as well."

"Yeah, I can see. Some of them clearly don't like you." He said chuckling.

"Yeah, I'm not the most liked girl here." I said and he just smirked at me before turning to the dancers, who were staring back at us out of breathe.

"That was better but not good enough. Take a twenty minute break and once that twenty minutes are over you'll audition for a spot in tomorrow routine, so make sure that you know the dance." Brandon said before we left, to go outside so he could smoke.

"You know that's bad for you?" I said watching hill take the cigarette out of the box.

"Yeah, I know. It starts as something exciting and cool, something that you need then years later it's not fun or cool anymore but it becomes more of a life line. The exact same as a drug. Your body doesn't function properly without it and you just can't put it down." He explained.

"It's like your personal baby dragon."

He just laughed "Yeah, my baby dragon."

"Well, I'm going to leave you and your baby dragon and go help some dancers because I know exactly how stressed they are right now. You know, you're not a very nice person while you're a choreographer." I said walking away.

"It's part of the business." He called out behind me.

I walked into the studio and I could feel the tension.

"It's just me." I said putting my hands up in defense at all the worried eyes that watched the door open "I'm here to help."

I ran through the dance slowly, without music, explaining through the moves before they did it full out. After three times of doing it full out, I joined them for the fourth. Running the dance as Brandon walked in, standing in front of me.

I would always get nervous when making eye contact with someone while dancing but it's Brandon and I know this dance by muscle memory already. With him in front of me, I performed it, rather than just doing it and making faces at him, while he stared at me seriously.

Only after the music ended he smiled while I walked over to him.

"That was hot but it wasn't full out. You're not even sweating."

"I'm just that fit. It's like I just got out of a shower."

He rolled his eyes and turned his attention to the dancers "Y'all ready?"

***

We finally finished rehearsal and crashed onto my bed.

"You are such a horrible guy." I said staring at the ceiling.

He rolled over onto this stomach, slightly lifting his body to look at me "Me?"

"Yes."

"I'm a horrible guy?" He asked starting to tickle me as I fought him, screaming "I'm horrible?... Am I?"

"You're not! You're not!" I screamed making him stop.

He was on top of me and it quickly switched from laughing to serious. It went silence as we looked at each other for what felt like an eternity.

"If I kiss you am I going to get shot?" He asked and I giggled.

"It depends what you do after you kiss me." I said and he smirked before kissing me. He pulled away and continued kissing down my neck.

"How about now?"

"You're safe."

He removed t-shirt and his, before returning his lips to mine "Still safe?"

"Yep." I mumbled against his kiss.

His hands moved down to my pants, removing it and I did the same, shifting under my covers. His hands dancing around my body as his lips travelled down my stomach "Am I in trouble yet?"

"Getting off with a warning." I said.

He returned directly on top of me, restoring eye contact "What about now?" He asked holding a condom in front of me.

"You might get shot."

"Do you want me to get shot?" He asked and I shifted my attention to the condom and back to him.