fake (b.t.c.)

three

"if kevin's arms can handle it."
"don't sweat it, i'm used to picking you up."
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"okay, let's run the dance break." i hurried over to my phone and clicked the play button. the music to sexy started up, and i counted out the moves while kate and the ensemble danced. the door connecting our studio to where casey and the boys were working opened, and casey poked his head in. "julia?"
i raised my eyebrows.
"can you come over and help out here?"
i nodded, then turned to becca. "can you teach the rest of this?"
she nodded, and i jogged over to the other studio. "what's up?"
"taylor's doing some scene work right now, and we need to work out the lifts for someone gets hurt. can you fill in for regina?"
"oh, yeah, sure!"
"great." he explained the dance to me, and quickly pointed out my blocking. we walked through the song to the first lift.
"okay, i think this first one is gonna be kevin and curtis."
ugh.
"so, julia, arms out, and then you two are gonna lift her straight up and then sit her down on the box."
i held my arms straight out beside of me, and felt the familiar feeling of kevin's hand in mine. before i could even think about it, i was put down onto the set.
"kevin, we're gonna have you do the next one as well." casey said.
"is he really gonna do all of them?" i laughed.
"yeah, seriously." ben agreed.
"alright, alright. you get to do the one after this, ben." casey shook his head, smiling. out of the corner of my eye, i caught kevin glaring at him.
"so, this next one is just kind of a little handoff from you to ben." casey said to him. "so, just grab her leg, and..."
i tried to zone myself out as we tried it, fully expecting the pit in my stomach to go away once kevin put me down.
which, i guess it did. unfortunately, as soon as ben picked me up, the pit was replaced by a swarm of butterflies.
nausea. i told myself. i'm not used to being carried around like a sack of flour.
kevin and ben did the last two lifts together, and by the time we had finished the song, i felt like i was going to throw up.
"ready to run it?" casey asked.
"if kevin's arms can handle it." i joked.
"don't sweat it, i'm used to picking you up." he winked.
blush rose to my cheeks, and i turned away from him. "let's do it!"