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"Nicest kids in…kids in town, yeah."

"5…4…3…2…1…and we're off." Sighs and breath releases could be heard all around.

Glad we finally got that over with, he mused to himself.

"Corny," her voice was squeaky and high pitched. How anyone could have such an annoying voice was beyond his comprehension. He rolled his eyes and asked, "What do you want, Amber?"

"Um, can we talk privately?" The look on his face must have told her that he was in no mood for her games because she immediately asked, "Please?"

Shelley and Brad could be heard snickering in the background and muttering something that sounded a lot like "whore".

"Fine, be quick," he said crossing his arms over his well-defined chest and giving her his undivided attention."

"Um, well, we can't talk out here silly. People will hear. Ha-ha," she gigged playfully smacking his arm. "Let's go somewhere private, say---------your dressing room?" she asked pretending that it wasn't her plan all along.

"Look Amber," he sighed glancing at the huge clock in the back of the studio. "Maybelle is going to meet me here in 10 minutes. Whatever it is you want to talk to me about, I'm sure you can say it out here.

"Maybelle?" she questioned genuinely taken aback. "You mean that motor mouth big blondie who host----I mean who used to host, NEGRO DAY?"

He nodded, hands still folded at his chest. "The one and only."

"Bwahahahahaha. What on earth are you meeting her for?" she laughed rudely. "She can wait for all I care. I mean, it's not like you're guys are dating or anything."

When he didn't laugh or say anything, she stopped and noticed just how serious the look on his face was. His blue eyes were blazing with rage.

"Always the charmer, Amber," he said sounding pissed. "Tell me, do you find something funny about me dating Maybelle?"

She was used to seeing the billion-watt smile and cheesy looking Corny Collins. The man looking at her was all but smiling. "Uh, no. It's just that she's----well, you know," Amber tried explaining.

"No, I don't know. Please enlighten me and everyone else," he said unfolding his arms and motioning to their growing audience.

She looked around and saw, Shelley, Brad, Tammy, Tracy, Fender and Link with smirks on their faces. Her mother, the producer, and the camera men all stared at her also but with confusion on their faces. She could also feel his eyes burning a hole into her skull.

"Corny," she whined and pouted. "I'm just saying that you need someone who's young…and Maybelle isn't white, errrr, I mean right, for you."

"Oh really, Amber? I suppose you think you're the "white" one for me?" he asked using his fingers to quote the word, white.

He was disgusted when Amber nodded and smiled and batted her eyelashes at him.

"Darlin, I'd rather date my mother…or your sour faced mother for that matter, than to date you. Of course, no offense to you Velma," he said winking at Velma and flashing her the famous Corny smile.

"Hmph, none taken," was Velma's reply.

Giggles could be heard from the other dancers.

Neither Amber, the other people, nor Corny realized that Lil Inez was there. She was practicing for her first show which she would be performing on Monday. She heard the commotion and decided to see what it was about.

As Corny started to walk away tired of playing games with Amber, she, red faced and embarrassed but not to be outdone, grabbed him by his collar and asked, "Oh yeah", before pulling his face to hers for a painful kiss.

He roughly pushed her away. "Amber! What the h-," but before he could finish; he was cut off by a quiet little distinctive voice that said, "Corny, how could you do this to my mama?"

"Inez wait," he started, but his protest went unheard as Inez fled out of the nearest door.

The End…

Or is it???