Track 1: In My Head

You're singing to me baby in my head right now

The first time the Jason Derulo soundtrack started was before they had truly started dating and were still testing the waters beyond friendship, neither sure of what the other expected.

Camille and Anala had been in the kitchen at the Vault talking when they heard music coming from the Speaker room. Music in a house full of dancers wouldn't be weird and shouldn't be, if not for the fact everyone was out for the day. That was why they had chosen to talk there. Camille needed some perspective on how to approach her feelings for Moose, and the rest of the crew was out on auditions and gigs today. Both made eye contact before quietly following the music.

Standing just out of eye sight, Anala and Camille looked in and watched the person inside. Camille was surprised to see Moose, clearly frustrated, and already sweaty from his dancing. She couldn't help but inch closer to the door, she knew when he couldn't think or put his thoughts to words, he spoke through dance and she wanted to hear this. Anala smirked at the sight before shaking her head at his transparent choice in music. Placing her hand on Camille's shoulder, she nodded towards the kitchen, letting her know she was headed back to where they came from.

Camille stayed, instead watching as her best friend who was normally so graceful in dance appeared disjointed and almost clumsy. She knew he was fighting the music. As tempted as she was to step in, she knew he had to figure this one out on his own. She watched as he stopped completely, hands running through his messy locks as he paced the room as he got a drink of water.

"Camille, what are you doing to me?" He mumbled to himself before replaying the song. Camille froze in the doorway, unsure of her next steps. She could step in, she knows that, but she also could see he needed this, needed this outlet. And so, she watched.

She watched as he found his voice in dance again, popping and tutting out his frustration. His usual smooth moves and groove techniques were replaced by isolations and rapid footwork. Without knowing it, he was telling her everything he couldn't say with words. As the song began to replay for a third time, she backed out quietly walking in a daze back to the kitchen.

Anala looked up with a quiet smile, "Does that answer your questions?"

"Yea, I think it does," Camille slowly nodded with a smile on her face.