Hello there! So my muse inadvertently gave me this idea and I fell in love with it. I don't think it's been done before. I got this little bit written out and wanted to test it out. I'd love your opinions on it :)
Santana Lopez was hot shit. Two double platinum albums, five number one singles, sold out worldwide tour, and she was only 20 years old. She had everything she could ever want.
"Why do I have to go?" Santana whined.
"Because you have to help pick the final three dancers," Finn explained to his client.
"This is crap. I hope you know that."
"Courtney already narrowed it down to ten people. And I know you, if we pick them, you'll bitch about how they suck. You did that through the entire last tour. So get over it and go."
"Whatever, Hudson." Santana rolled her eyes and walked off.
"Puck," Finn shouted to the bodyguard, "follow her and make sure she goes to the auditions."
Puck nodded and ran after Santana. The two had been friends forever. Once Santana started getting more famous, she hired him as her bodyguard, knowing he would never let anyone hurt her.
"Lopez, don't be an ass," Puck laughed, catching up to the Latina.
"I'm not an ass. This is just bullshit. I have better things to do than watch some crappy dancers for hours."
"Would you rather trust Courtney and Finn to pick them out? That's what happened with the last tour and you ended up making two of the dancers cry and one quit after the second show."
Santana smirked at the memory. "It takes balls to be in this business. They didn't have what it takes to work with me."
"My point exactly. If you pick them, you know for sure they're the best."
"Fine. But know I'm not happy about it."
"You never are, Princess."
Santana put her giant sunglasses on before stepping outside. Puck escorted her to the car and they made their way to the rehearsal space. Once they arrived, Santana walked in, sunglasses still on. She gave a quick hug to Courtney before sitting next to her at the table.
"What have we got?" Santana asked, looking over the ten dancers in front of her.
"I've narrowed it down to these ten," Courtney motioned toward the dancers. "We'll have them dance for you and you pick the final three."
"Ok. Let's get started."
Courtney started the music and led the dancers. Santana sat back, hands in her lap, with a stone expression. She watched over the six females and four males. After about fifteen minutes, they took a break.
"What do you think so far?" Courtney asked, sitting back down next to Santana.
"There is one I know for sure I want," Santana glanced at her choreographer.
"Which one?"
"That blonde in the white tank."
"That's Brittany. She's been my favorite since the beginning."
"She has such raw, natural talent. She's the best I've ever seen."
"Yeah she does."
"Does she have any experience?"
"She was on Beyonce's Single Ladies Tour."
"Damn. I have to have her."
"What about the other two?"
"Let's split them into two groups then solos. I want to see how well they work together and alone."
"Sure thing."
Courtney gathered the dancers into two groups. Hiding behind the sunglasses, Santana's eyes couldn't move away from the blonde. She forced herself to watch the other dancers. As they broke into their solos, Santana found her other two dancers.
"I found them." Santana said softly as Courtney sat down.
"Which ones?"
"The blonde in the pink. And the guy in the cutoff Nike shirt."
"Lauren and Wes."
"Keep the others in mind. Just in case we need a back up."
"Do you want to deliver the good news?"
"Sure." Santana got up and walked around the table. She stood tall in front of the dancers. "I've made my final decision. Lauren, Wes, and Brittany, congratulations, you'll be joining me on tour. As for the others, we'll keep you in mind for the future."
"Thank you for your time," Courtney smiled. "If Lauren, Wes, and Brittany could stay back for a minute, please."
Santana grabbed her bag from the table and turned back to her three dancers. "Rehearsals start on Monday at 9. Make sure you're prepared and ready to work hard. I have high expectations and if you don't meet them, I won't be afraid to cut you."
With that Santana walked out of the studio. "Is she always so nice?" Lauren asked Courtney.
"You'll get used to it," Courtney shrugged. "Just don't mess up."
Rushing past the few photographers, Santana climbed into the car. She sighed, shielding her face from the flashbulbs. "Do we have to sit here? Let's go already."
"Where are we going?" Puck asked.
"You need to get me some food then take me home. There's some stupid party I have to go to tonight."
"Just suck it up. What do you want to eat?"
"Sushi."
"Ok. I'll get some for you. How did the auditions go?"
"Pretty good."
"Did you find anyone?"
"There was this one girl who was amazing. Courtney said she was one of Beyonce's dancers."
"She must be good then."
"She was the best I've ever seen. And she's beautiful too. If she does well on the tour, I'll keep her around."
"Sounds like someone has a crush." Puck smiled, nudging Santana with his arm.
"You must be mistaken. Santana Lopez does not have crushes."
"Whatever you say, dude."
Santana thought about the blonde. Brittany. The girl was definitely gorgeous and knew how to move her body. Did Santana have a crush? She shook her head. It's not possible. Like she said, Santana Lopez does not have crushes. But there was something there. It would be an interesting tour to say the least.