Amber Von Tussle smoothed out the creases of her sunshine yellow dress, looking around nervously for her boyfriend. She couldn't see him, and the show was just 5 minutes from airing. She decided he must be in the dressing room, and her mind began to wander. Right now he was probably combing his raven black hair, smoothing it with gel and smothering it in Ultra-Clutch.
Which reminded her; was her hair okay? She grabbed the nearest hand-mirror (which, on the Corny Collins Show, were tossed around like quarters) and worriedly inspected her appearance. However, she stopped in mid-preen, scolding herself. She should really try to be a little less vain, she thought.
"Positions, everybody!" Someone yelled, and the set was suddenly a flurry of frantic last minute checks over one's appearance. Shuffling to her place over at the side of the set, she caught sight of him striding boldly into position. He was, unofficially, the star of the show, and everyone knew it. His presence alone slapped you across the face, even before your eyes got started on his looks. Everything about him was mesmerising, from his winning smile down to his nimble dancer's feet. He had handsome features and strong arms, and when he danced – or even just walked – Amber often couldn't concentrate on anything else.
"We're on in five… four… three…" a guy in headphones gestured the last two numbers, and the cameras rolled.
"Hey there, teenage Baltimore! Don't change that channel-" Corny Collins announced routinely, grinning widely to the cameras while the Council members started to dance. Twisting and turning, doo-ing and waah-ing, Amber knew this dance so well that she found herself daydreaming again. Something in the back of her mind told her that this was dangerous, being live on television, but her eyes found her man and she thought no more. She greedily watched his fingers click, his arms wave, his behind wiggle-
The last thing Amber remembered after this was thinking how odd it was, the floor speeding to meet her nose like that.
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"Baby, you okay?" Someone was stroking Amber's hair, and she felt a throbbing pain in her forehead.
"I- yeah, uh… what happened?" She opened her eyes, and saw a pair of rum-coloured ones gazing at her in concern.
"You fainted, and bumped your head pretty hard." Seaweed planted a kiss on Amber's head. "That better?"
"Nearly," She whined, hooking her arm around his neck. "If you could just-" But before she could even finish, his warm lips had found hers and suddenly, all the pain was gone.