Dawgs, that's all Gustavo ever called us.

Dawgs, dawgs, dawgs!

BTW, we're BTR!

Not some mangy flea ridden mutts!

But to Gustavo we were dawgs, and now he was talking to us "dawgs" about a new choreographer since our old one x-quit!

"Today is a mark of history, you guys will mark the territory of the greatest day in Gustavo band history." Gustavo explained, pacing in front of us.

I looked back and forth between the other guys, Carlos, Logan and James and saw how bored they they were, and decided to do something funny!.

"We're going to pee on your floor?" I asked, smirking.

The others laughed, and Kelly rolled her eyes, but she was smiling herself.

Gustavo on the other hand, was not smiling.

One by one they stopped laughing, and the smile on my face slowly crept away.

Gustavo was such a fun stealer.

"No, you guys have a new dance choreographer, one that Rocque Records never had."

"Let me guess, he's X-tremely X-troidinary?" Carlos asked, crossing his arms across chest in an X format, and staring at the ceiling with what I like to call a constipated look that our X-dancer always made.

Logan snickered, and I couldn't help but smile.

Gustavo looked us over seriously.

"Oh, it isn't a he."

Had I gone deaf, or did Gustavo just say the new choreographer was not a he?

In walked a brown, curly haired, tanned skin, and blue eyed girl about as tall as me, she had a smile that lit up the entire room, eyes that made your knees go weak, and a beauty that made your mouth gape to the floor.

She was a beauty queen, or something, she had to be!

Haven't seen anyone that pretty since Jo left me.

Enough said.

"Dawgs, this is Rebecca Rocque. She is my niece, because my brother is actually a sensitive man and met a woman."

I rolled my eyes, only heard that story a million times.

But he never told us he had a hot niece!

All at once, Carlos, Logan, James and I started fighting our way towards the amused Rebecca, and James was the first to make it to her.

Nearly crashing into her, he thrust his hand towards her.

"HI! I'm James, known as the pretty one of the band!" he said, flipping his hair and doing his signature wiggle of his fingers and head bob thing.

Only this time, he looked really stupid.

After we introduced ourselves, Gustavo started talking again.

"Rebecca is not your average choreographer, sure she's choreographed Selena's entire tour, was a back ground dancer for the Jo Bros, but she has other talents. Eighteen years old, and left college at age seventeen an Einstein."

"Logan jumped forward.

"Really?"

She answered some really long and hard algebra question, which made my brain melt, before crossing her arms and smirking.

Logan looked speechlessly at me.

"Oh, she's good!"

I rolled my eyes, but I was impressed – pretty AND smart!

"She was a model for eight years before she retired at the age of thirteen."

James stared breathlessly, I was shocked to see James unable to speak.

"She's the inventor of the corn dog and mustard already in it."

Carlos screamed, should've known he'd react like that.

She face me, her blue eyes making my knees wobble, but I looked confidently into her eyes, and held my head high.

"What are you going to say to impress me?

She couldn't say anything to top her looks,but she smiled and put a hand on my shoulder, causing my head to spin and almost loose my balance.

I will not let this girl get the better of me!

But when she spoke, the world around me stopped.

I once played a hockey game, me against a whole bunch of sweaty, tired and anxious men, with nothing but a football helmet for protection, a flamingo for a stick, and a pizza for a puck."

She leaned closer, so I could catch a whiff of her perfume.

Taylor Swift's "wonder struck".

How did I know that?

My sister Katie wore it ALL the time.

"And I won, with less then a slice of pizza left."

Then she walked away, leaving a pleased Gustavo.

I don't know about the others, but I was swaying back and forth thinking one thing: she

was mine!

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