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As promised, here's the next chapter of 'Are You Worth Your Weight In Gold?'!
Disclaimer: I only own my OC, Ryan. I don't own Big Time Rush or anything familiar.
The next day, I wore a tank top and Soffe shorts as instructed by the informational letter I received.
I called a cab to take me to the studio, which was about 5 minutes away. I payed the driver and made my way into Rocque Records. Apparently, the band's producer hooked us up with a dance studio here.
I walked in the gray building, only to be greeted by someone I recognized. Kelly Wainwright was one of the judges, and also assistant to the band's producer.
The dark-skinned lady waved me over, "It's great to see you, Ryan!"
"It's nice to see you too, Kelly," I said.
"Follow me, the girls and guys can't wait to meet you," she led me away. Did I mention that every other girl has been here for a week while they picked the last dancer? I bet that they're already buddied up and I'll just be standing around, all awkward.
She walked me into a room with mirrors everywhere, it looked like a typical dance studio. She opened the glass door and every girl turned around, looking directly at me.
I just smiled and waved. I probably looked like an idiot, but who really cares?
All of the other girls, clothed in various colors of what I was wearing went back to their stretching. I should probably be doing that...
I took my bag slung over my shoulder and sat it on one of the benches. I was tapped on the shoulder.
I turned around and my eyes were met with brown ones.
"I'm Jo," she said, smiling. She had long blonde hair tied into a ponytail and she was a little shorter than me.
"I'm Ryan," I extended my hand to her.
She shook it and said, "I like your name,"
"Thanks," I said back. I went over to stretch with the other girls and she followed.
The others didn't even acknowledge me. They kind of just gave me the cold shoulder and eyed me every once in a while with daggers.
"They're not the friendliest bunch," Jo said just above a whisper.
I chuckled a little, "You got that right," I could tell that her and I would be good friends.
The room was filled with giddy voices, chatting about who knows what.
Then, I saw Kendall walk in through the door. No one saw him, but he was checking everyone out. He was probably trying to make it look like he was checking our progress and dedication In reality, he was merely undressing us with his eyes.
In the blink of an eye, three other boys walked in, repeating what Kendall was doing. This must be the band...
I barely got a glimpse of the guys, because all of the girls ran over except for Jo and myself.
"James!" shrill squeals and gasps came out from every girls' mouth. I rolled my eyes.
Who is James anyway?
"Groupies," Jo scoffed in an irritated voice. I burst out laughing and she just smiled. "It's like this everyday," she said. "They're just regular guys to me, but to them they're like sex gods,"
"I don't even know who they are," I shrugged.
"Really?" she cocked her head.
"Yeah, I only met Kevin, no Kenny? Kendall! It was Kendall. I met him at the airport," I struggled to remember the blonde boy's name.
She pointed over to the boys. "That's Carlos," she pointed to a Latino with short black hair. "That's Logan," she pointed to a pale boy with his dark hair styled in a small mohawk. Oddly enough, he was wearing a sweater vest. "And that's James," He was obviously the best looking out of the bunch. He just looked like a player to me for some reason. His chocolate brown locks fell perfectly and he was well built.
"How did they get four guys that look that good in this band?" I asked. "Damn!" I smiled over at Jo.
"I know right!" she said. "They're all really nice too," she added. "I've stayed away from James because I don't hear the greatest things about him if you know what I mean...," she trailed off.
"He looks like he's broken a few hearts," I pursed my lips.
"More than that," she said. "He's probably slept with every dancer here," she joked. I took her half-seriously though, he looked perfectly capable of that much.
"Ladies, ladies!" James shouted, pushing his way through the girls, "There's plenty of me to go around!" he voice was filled with arrogance.
Two girls locked arms with him and he led them into the hall. Oh goodness sakes...
The rest followed him out, leaving only Jo and I.
She waved the guys over and my heart sped up. Curse my 18-year-old mind.
"Guys, I want you to meet Ryan," she said confidently to the guys.
"Hey, I'm Logan," the one in the sweater vest said. He had dimples when he smiled!
"And I'm Carlos," the Latino said.
Kendall just smirked, "I believe we met yesterday,"
"We did," I nodded, unsure of what to say.
"So, we've heard a lot about you," Carlos said.
Logan continued, "Good things of course,"
"Well, that's good," I smiled, feeling shy in front of them.
"I can't wait to see if you live up to what we've heard," Kendall said, smirk still present on his lightly tanned face.
"Oh, you'll see," I winked, feeling more confident by the second.
They all chuckled and James walked back in, various shades of lipstick littering his tan face.
All of the girls giggled back over to where we were. I saw James wiping the lipstick off of his face with a grin spread over his face.
Then, a man wearing all black popped through the door. "Are you all stretched out?" he asked in a foreign accent.
The girls all replied, "Yes, Mr. X,"
Ahh, I've heard of him before.
"And you must be my new dancer," he said, walking towards me. "I'm pleased to meet you," he shook my hand.
"It's an honor to work with you," I beamed at him.
"Okay, let's practice a new routine!" he clapped his hands together. "Follow along!" he told everyone.
We all spread out around the room in a scatter formation. "Five, six, seven, eight!" Music blared through the speakers and he took off dancing.
I didn't take my eyes off of Mr. X, for the fear of messing up. I let the music take over me, and the strides that he made were embedded into my mind. I hustled to the music, and finally got the dance down. The other girls seemed to be struggling. About every 10 seconds, someone would be stepping on someone else's toes or elbowing their neighbor.
What? Did they come here with no experience whatsoever?
The song came to an end. Mr. X stopped dancing and placed his hands on his hips. "That was decent," he said. "But you!" he pointed at me, causing everyone to turn around and stare at me.
Maybe I wasn't doing as good as I thought...
My cheeks became hot and turned a red color. "Ryan," He continued, "you are a fast learner!" he smiled at me.
"Thank you sir," I said, returning a toothy grin.
"Everyone else, we're going through this dance again!" he paced the floor. His head turned back in my direction. "I want to see how you work with him," he pointed at James.
Good Lord.
I glanced at James who had a smirk on his face as he stepped out of the crowd of dancers, earning slaps on his arm from his buddies. The girls glared at me and I looked down at my feet.
Mr. X informed James and I to just practice what feels right, and to just slow dance.
We walked to the other side of the room together, Mr. X leaving us alone.
James floated over to me and grasped me so that I fit perfectly into his form. A hand went to the small of my back and his other hand was in mine. I placed a delicate hand on his shoulder and he pressed even closer to me.
It was awkward and kind of an invasion of space if you ask me. I mean, there was only the bright green fabric of my tank top between us.
He looked down at me, making sure if it was okay. He had pretty hazel eyes that were surrounded by almost unnaturally thick and dark eyelashes. He gave me a look to ease me a little, telling me to trust him. We both started taking small steps in sync.
"So, you're the new one I've heard so much about," he peered down at me, breaking the silence. He was so tall.
"Yeah, that's me," I said, breaking my gaze from him. I really didn't want to talk to him. I felt a little creeped out by the closeness of our bodies because of what Jo told me. Frankly, I felt like he was in my 'bubble'.
"I heard that you're our youngest dancer," he said with a small smile. "Nineteen, is that it?"
"Eighteen actually," I corrected him, still not making eye contact, just staring at the black fabric covering his chest.
"Impressive," he nodded. "I'm twenty-one," he said matter-of-factly. I wanted so bad to say, 'cool story bro' or any other sarcastic remark. I kept silent.
I could feel his heartbeat thumping through my chest at a steady pace. I also felt the warmth of his body against mine. It was actually kind of soothing.
I looked up at him as he flipped his hair out of his eyes while looking into the mirrored walls.
"So, where are you from?" he asked, once again trying to make small talk.
"Texas," I said. "I'm not from city like Dallas, but I live close to there,"
"Oh, cool," he said. I knew he really wasn't that interested. "You don't sound like you're from Texas,"
"Thanks, I think,"
He chuckled and said, "You're welcome, I guess," What was so funny? I didn't get it. Was there something on my face? He continued after his laughing fit came to a halt. "I'm from Minnesota,"
"I didn't ask where you're from,"
James' pretty face fell in shock. He looked hurt, though I'm surprised his ego allowed it. He pursed his lips and then looked down at me.
"That was a little harsh, don't you think?" he said, his soft and smooth voice from earlier disappearing into a sharper tone.
I shrugged, "Actually I don't think so,"
He raised an eyebrow, "Oh, I get it," he said.
"Get what?" I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
"You're going to play hard to get and act like you're not interested in me," he said in a knightly tone. It's like he thought it would save my life just knowing him. "Dip!" he proclaimed as he dipped me gracefully. For such a weird and mildly creepy kid, I felt secure when he held me low with his muscular arms.
He bought me back up to his eye level. I stifled a laugh and shook my head. "That's pretty far off," I said.
"Oh really?" he said in a seemingly flirtatious voice.
I gave him a 'what the hell' look and his face went serious.
"Well, Ryan," he said my name sarcastically. "Do you care to know anything about me?" he asked, acting like he was a big deal.
My blood started to boil, but I managed to keep calm.
"Last time I checked, I work for you," I told him. "I don't have to know a thing about you. Quite frankly, I don't care to know a thing about you, James,"
I maintained eye contact, but he looked away. His face had a disgusted look on it and he bit his lip. We were still dancing as beautifully slow as ever, even though we were having this conversation.
"What? Finally found a girl you couldn't impress?"
He opened his mouth to say something. Luckily the song ended right then.
Mr. X clapped, and beamed at James and I, "Great job you two! You compliment each other so well!"
Fantastic...
James and I pulled away simultaneously, as if we might singe each other's skin if we kept in contact.
"Thanks," we both mumbled.
"Okay!" he clapped his hands together. "We'll practice the dance over again all together now!"
We both walked without a word to the other dancers and I took my spot next to Jo.
"Five, six, seven, eight!"
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