Thanks very much for the reviews on the story. I am deciding to be a math geek now for a moment by stating that we now have over two reviews per chapter! Woot Woot! Okay, last chapter and this one are both kind of fillers, I needed something to kind of tie in and pass the time between when the girls got the invite to perform at the party and when the party actually rolls around. Also, I will list off the dance partners in my little characters thing. They are real dancers; I just changed the names because some of the names are a little out there. And they will be listed for the next two chapters, since they will be appearing in both. I also realized that two chapters ago I mentioned that there will only be four dancers, it has now grown to, hold on a second, 6. I am also warning you guys that for the next chapter I will have 7, count them 7, video links in the story. I will post them in a way were all you have to do is copy and paste them into a new internet tab or window and remove the spaces to view. I will also post them on my profile so that you can access them from there as well if you are reading on a mobile browser. The videos aren't necessary to watch, but I do have the guys and girls making reference to what they are wearing/doing in the videos, so I would watch them if I was you. Okay, I think that this is all I have for announcements.
Characters:
Genevieve Rodgers- Jasmine Meakin
Angela Rodgers- Herself
James Maslow
Kendall Schmidt
Carlos Pena Jr.
Logan Henderson
Dani Nohelty- Crystal Reed
Sara Henderson (Mihor)- Jennifer Lawrence
Jonathan -Ade Obayomi
Alex -Danny Tidwell
Ryan-Mitchell Kelly
Steven -Will Wingfield
Joshua -Maksim "Max" Kapitannikov
Brant -Pasha Kovalev
Disclaimer: I only own the rights to Genevieve Rodgers, Jessica, Donald and Allyson; Angela, Dani, and Sara are all friend of mine who have given me permission to write about them and distort who they are in real life (Sara Really isn't a bitch). I don't own Big Time Rush or any of the boys (if I did, James and I would already be going out), nor do I own any references to the show. I also don't own Ade Obayomi, Maksim Kapitannikov, Will Wingfield, Pasha Kovalev, Danny Tidwell or Mitchell Kelly, only the names of that I have given them in my story. I don't own any of the videos that will be used. I also don't own Ashton Kutcher. Darn, I don't own squat. Oh well, on with our story.
Genevieve
"And one and two, three and four!" I called out, watching the guys putting on the final touches on the new routine that we were doing.
Luckily for us, the guys didn't need us to run through the routine the entire time with them anymore. Good. I really didn't want to be the one explaining to Gustavo how is 'dogs' couldn't do a routine without one of their choreographers standing in front of them.
"Kendall! Keep up!" Angie called out to her beau. Ever since they had gone out on that date two weeks ago, they have been inseparable. Not that I minded, since James and I were almost the same, but it was still kind of annoying.
"Three, two, one and Backflip!" I yelled, making sure the guys stayed on time even through the stunts.
Once the track finally ended, I gave them a very well deserved round of applause, and I wasn't the only one. Gustavo had chosen to make is infamous entrance as soon as they finished.
"Dogs, well done." He said.
"Hallelujah!" Carlos yelled, sinking to the floor in exhaustion.
"Cats, you two are free to go. I understand you have somewhere to be?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, Angie and I choreographed for another couple and they wanted us to help them out at final rehearsals." I stated. It wasn't a total lie; we did choreograph for our old dance partners, only we were the other half of the couples.
"Okay, now for all of you. You don't have to come in tomorrow since it is a huge day of red carpet exposure of my dogs. I expect to see you all after the weekend though. Now, dogs, into the recording booth, we have got work to do." Gustavo said before marching out, the guys following out slowly behind.
"Don't you even feel a little bad for leaving them here with him?" Ang asked, throwing her bag over her shoulder.
I looked over through the window to see Gustavo all about giving them an ultimatum.
"Nah, they were by themselves long before we came around, they will survive without us for a few hours." I pulled my keys out of my bag as we walked down into the lobby, getting ready for final rehearsals of our routines with the guys.
It took a while, and a lot of favors being called upon, but I convinced 5 of my old ballroom partners to fly out to LA to help, along with Angie calling in an old friend of hers who knew both Latin basics as well as exceptional contemporary skills.
Thinking about all of my old partners brought back a lot of memories though as well. I had dated only one of them, but they all knew about my secret, and for a few of them, things didn't end so well because of it. Sure, we had been rehearsing with them for the past three weeks, but that didn't mean that old issues still weren't simmering under the exterior.
"You seem out of it, are you sure you don't want me to drive?" Angie asked from the passenger seat in our Jeep, noticing my odd behavior.
"No, I'm fine, just nervous." I shrugged, and I was. I don't know what was making my anxiety flair up right now.
"What about? We have these routines down." She commented as I pulled into the back entrance of the warehouse where the party was being hosted tomorrow.
"To be honest, I don't know what is causing the anxiety. I just hope that it will pass." I said, pilling my duffle out along with a few garment bags that contained all of our costumes for the routines.
"Let's do this." Angie said as she slammed the tailgate shut, turning around just as another van pulled into the lot.
"What's up ladies!" Alex yelled out of the window, causing Angie and I to burst into a fit of laughter.
Leave it to Alex to say something like that.
"You guys ready to dance or what?" I cheered, turning to face them as Angie opened to door behind me.
We all walked in to find the inside of the warehouse already decorated, our stage set against the far wall. There was a large and spacious dance floor covering most of the rest of the first level, along with a bar set directly across from the stage. The DJ was already setting up on the wall right next to our stage, so that we could have easy control of our tracks without having them in our way as well. Up on the balcony there were reserved tables, one of them for us and the guys, as well as a non-alcoholic bar for other guests who were legally underage.
"Well, what do you guys think?" someone said behind us.
We all turned around to see the one and only Ashton Kutcher standing behind us.
"It looks amazing Mr. Kutcher." I said, still looking around in awe.
"Please, call me Ashton. And I assume that you guys are our entertainment?" he asked.
"Yes, we have seven routines planned if that is okay." Angie said. Ryan had flown in last minute and unannounced and we figured that we could create a routine for him as well in the little time we had. I think it turned out pretty well.
"That is absolutely amazing, how did you guys manage to pull that off, with only you two girls and 6 guys?" Ashton inquired.
"Genevieve is our resident Ballroom expert, and planned on performing 4 routines, I would do two, and then we would do one where it would be us two girls and Brant." Angie explained, pointing Brant out as she mentioned him.
Brant had been the one dance partner that I ever really felt a good enough connection to even thing about dancing. And it isn't that I regret dating him, it is that things didn't really end on a good note with him. He was the main reason why Angie and I decided to move out here to LA. Brant was one hell of a dancer though; the best I have ever danced with.
"Do we have any changing rooms? Somewhere where we can place all of our stuff?" I asked, my arms growing tired from holding all of the costumes.
"Why yes, of course, right this way." Ashton said, leading us up onto the stage and back behind one of the back-sheds, and lead us down a short hallway. There was a large room at the end with a few mirrors and clothing racks, A TV, beanbag chairs, as well as three changing rooms.
"Will this meet all of your needs?" Ashton asked, his assistant/manager coming up to his side.
"Yes, I think having some bottled water in here would be lovely tomorrow night. Thank you." I said, placing the hangers on the rakes and dropping my duffle to the floor.
"I could get used to this kind of treatment." Joshua said as he dropped down onto some of the beanbags.
"Whatever, I just want to get in a rehearsal in the order that we are going to be performing tomorrow night, that is the most important thing. Just let Ang and I change and then we will be right out to join you guys." I said, grabbing one of my dance skirt and my heels, going into one of the dressing rooms.
I walked back out onto the stage to find Angie and Jonathan leading everyone in stretches, with the crew setting up for the party looking at them confused.
"Ang, don't lead them in what they would need to do for a contemporary routine, just leg stretches are absolutely necessary." I said, walking over and taking a place in the lineup.
"Actually, I find that stretching out the whole body really helps, considering all of the lifts we have to do with you ladies." Steven commented, bending over to grab his right ankle.
"Okay then" I said, sitting down and stretching out my thighs, and hamstrings, because if I didn't, I was going to be hurting tomorrow for sure.
"Gen, Jonathan and I are performing first, right?" Angie called down off the stage.
"Yeah," I chuckled, "you said you wanted to perform first so that the rest of us would look better, remember?" I walked over to the DJ a CD of our tracks in hand.
"right." Angie said bluntly, moving to stand in front of Jonathan on the stage.
"And, Cue Music." I called.
Brant walked up to me as I stood watching their performance intently, since they had never performed it in front of me before.
"You look beautiful Gen." He said, lips at my ear.
"Thanks." I said, noticing and issue with their roll.
"It's been too long; I almost forgot how beautiful you are." Brant said again, placing a kiss on my neck.
"And I have a boyfriend." I said dryly, pushing him away from me. Why the hell was he doing this now?
"He isn't here right now, is he?" he asked, moving back up behind me.
"Just you wait until I tell James about this one." Jessica sneered, suddenly appearing right in front of me.
I groaned, this day couldn't get any worse. As soon as the track ended, I took to the stairs onto the stage and immediately began trying to coach them, trying to clear my head.
"Jonathan, watch your feet. You seemed to be struggling on the switches in the beginning. Also, for the Samba roll, it is a heel lead. Along with that, it needs to be a 360 degree rotation, excuse me." I said, pushing Angie away a few feet and taking Jonathan's hand I mine, getting into the traditional hold for the roll. "because all I saw when you guys were doing it was Angie bending over and then standing straight up, then bending back again." I pointed out, leaning against Jon and pushing him back.
"Bend over, bend over, bend over" I say, pushing him over to the proper angle before freeing him.
"Look, I know it is difficult because of the height difference, but you need to get the whole roll into your routine." I finished. "Okay Alex, get up here." I call, gesturing for him to join me on the stage while Angie and Jonathan jump down, finally getting the time to catch up.
"Hey, are you okay? You looked a little uncomfortable earlier." He asked, coming up next to me.
"Yeah, I'm cool." I say, shaking my arms and rolling my shoulders out.
"No, your not. Brant crossed a line there, and I think we all noticed besides Ang and Jon." He replied seriously.
"Look, my boyfriend will handle it tomorrow if he tries any funny business tomorrow, okay. I'm fine. Let's just finish rehearsals." I state, moving to take my starting position on the stage, ignoring the concerned looks I was still getting from my friends.
Okay, I will admit, the ending sucked, but I really didn't have anywhere else to go with the story for this chapter. The next two chapters should be based around the party when I get around to typing them. What do you think of how I made out Brant's character? Like? Love? Hate?