A/N: I got really into this story so it's almost finished. I'll post chapter two once I get…10 reviews?

"Dude, have you checked out the backup dancers yet? Jason said they're really good."

Shane looked up from his Blackberry to his friend Nate. He knew that the dancers had started rehearsing this week, but he hadn't had time to watch them yet. He wasn't doing anything important right now, though. "No, do you want to go watch for a few minutes?"

"Yeah, come on," Nate nodded.

Shane shoved his phone into his pocket and followed his friend out of the studio. They had been practicing, but some girl Jason had been trying to hook up with had called him and he promised he'd only be gone for an hour – but that was three hours ago.

They walked down the long hallway to the large dance rehearsal space and pushed the door open, trying to stay quiet. They watched the lines of dancers through the window of the viewing room.

"And one, two, three, four…"

Shane glanced at the girl who was calling out to the other dancers – she was gorgeous. She was tall and petite, and even if he'd just seen her on the street, he would have known she was a dancer. She had long, reddish-blonde hair that was pulled into a loose ponytail. She wore black leggings and a pink cropped shirt; her feet were bare.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her. The way her perfect body moved was so sexy. He thought he could watch her dance forever.

"Okay, that's enough for today. Really good job, guys," she smiled at the other dancers.

"Do you want to grab some dinner?" Nate asked him.

He glanced away from the girl for the first time since he'd noticed her. "Um…no, I'm not that hungry. Go ahead without me."

"Okay," Nate nodded. "See ya later."

"Bye," Shane called after him absentmindedly.

He watched the girl for a few more moments. She sat down and drank some water while the other dancers gathered their stuff, but as soon as they left she got up and kept dancing. He wondered if she was actually the choreographer. Either way, he knew he had to talk to her.

He took a step out of the viewing room and into the studio, but she didn't notice him. He liked that she was so focused on what she was doing. He got that way with music, and a lot of people didn't understand.

"Hi."

She stopped dancing and jumped a little, whipping around to face him. She had a look of surprise on her face, and he felt kind of bad for interrupting her. "Oh…hi. You scared me."

"Sorry," he smiled. He liked the way her voice sounded. "I…um…are you the choreographer?"

"Yeah," she nodded, popping the cap off of her water bottle and taking a sip. "I'm Kaylie."

"I'm Shane."

She smirked a little and sheepishly pushed a few strands of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, I know."

He liked her smile. She was even prettier up-close. "You look pretty young…to be dancing like, professionally."

"I'm eighteen," she replied, a little defensively.

Shane could feel himself smiling again. She was only a year younger than him. "Well…you're really amazing."

Kaylie blushed. He thought she was adorable. "Thanks."

"Why did you start dancing?"

"My brother was always playing his guitar when I was growing up…we both love music, I guess we just have different ways of expressing it. One day, I started dancing and I just never stopped," she shrugged. "I can't be in a bad mood when I'm dancing."

"That's really cool," he said genuinely. He felt like he really got her already and he barely even knew her. "That's exactly how I feel about music. No matter what's going on…if I'm playing, it's all okay for a few minutes."

T o most people, that probably would have sounded ridiculous – but she seemed to understand. "Yeah…"

They were both silent for a moment. Shane was surprisingly nervous. He wasn't sure what he should do next. She was so beautiful. Would it be weird to ask her if she wanted to go out to dinner or something? She was their choreographer, so they were going to have to be around each other for awhile. What if she said no? That would be awkward. He got lost in his thoughts, and when he looked up at her again, she was smiling.

"Are we going to stand here all night or are you going to ask me to have dinner with you?"

Shane laughed. He liked that she was being forward, but he was a little embarrassed that it had been so obvious what he was thinking about. "Who said I wanted to ask you to have dinner with me?"

"Fine," she smirked, shoving her water bottle into her gym bag and putting it over her shoulder. "Two can play that game."

She turned and started walking towards the door. Shane couldn't help but watch her walk away, her small hips swaying from side-to-side. That is, until he realized that she had her hand on the doorknob and was actually about to leave.

"Wait!"

He hadn't meant to sound so panicked. She turned away and glanced at him, a look of amusement painted across her face. "Yes?"

He ran his fingers through his hair. "Have dinner with me?"

She nodded. "Let me take a quick shower, okay? I've been dancing for hours."

If she looked this beautiful when she was tired and sweaty, he couldn't imagine how gorgeous she would be when she'd had time to get ready for their date. Was it a date? He wasn't sure. He just knew he wanted to spend more time with Kaylie. "Okay. Do you just want to meet in the lobby in an hour?"

"Sounds good," she smiled. "I'll see you then."

"Yeah, see ya," he called after her as she disappeared from the room.

He glanced at his watch. He might as well take a shower, too, to waste some time. An hour seemed like forever when he was waiting to spend time with her.

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