I am Shane, freaking, Gray. I've won awards. I've performed in front of millions of people. Girls are throwing themselves at my feet. I know very powerful people in the music industry. Practically my whole family is famous. People freaking love me!
The why is it that when ever I walk into the dance hall for the only private lesson I teach I get all these butterflies in my stomach and my knees go weak? Shane Gray doesn't get nervous easily. Shane Gray doesn't like the feeling. He also doesn't like what's causing the nervousness.
I arrived early in the dance hall. Usually I was late, but he never cared. He didn't really care about much but his drumming and proving he could do more than that. I liked helping him prove that. Even though lately I had barely been able to talk to him without saying something stupid and blushing. I say enough to keep it comfortable.
"Was up teach?" He asked walking into the hall. I hadn't even turned around to look at him and I was already blushing like a fool. Those damn butterflies arose in my stomach.
"Hey Andy," I smiled while trying to make myself look busy so I didn't have to look at him so soon.
"I hope you're gonna learn me something good today." He laughed. Oh, that laugh. It was musical at best. I released my own strained chuckle and finally turned around. I didn't look him directly in they eyes. I made that mistake once and I've been paying for it ever since.
"I'll learn you something good." I smiled playing along.
His teeth shone bright in the light of the hall. I caught myself staring at the perfect pearls and focused on the ground trying to regain what little composer I had to begin with.
"You okay?" He asked concern coloring his face as he smacked on a piece of gum.
I nodded and mumbled something incoherently as I turned around again cursing myself in my head. I could feel his eyes burning into my back. Spinning around quickly I nearly lost my balance and had to grip the protruding edge of the wall to catch myself.
"Whoa," He laughed. "I thought I was the uncoordinated one."
I smiled uneasy. I'm sure my face was fuchsia.
"Are you okay?" He asked again stepping forward.
My back straightened against the wall. I was so frustrated with myself that I didn't notice him take another, longer, step. He was nearly four inches away from me when I looked up again. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at him wide eyed.
"Do you need me to get the nurse or something?" He asked nervous.
I shook my head quickly trying to regain control of myself.
"Are
you sure?"
I nodded not really meaning it. I felt like I was
going to pass out. My throat constricted as he stepped closer again.
His eyebrow cocked, but he didn't say anything.
"Maybe we should skip the lesson today." He muttered taking a step back. "Reschedule that learning for when you feel better."
I laughed awkwardly as the tension was released from my throat. He stared at me for a long moment.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He took another step toward me and my throat closed up again. "You've been acting strange lately." He really needed to leave before I attacked him.
"I-I…" I tried to speak but all that came out was unintelligible gibberish. He smirked and took another step.
"It's not like Shane Gray to get nervous."
I gulped.
"It must be something big."
Was he coming even closer? He smirked and stopped right in front of me.
"Let me fix it." With that his lips touched mine.