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Summary: Femke is a dancer hired by the WWE for WrestleMania, but she gets more than she bargained for.
Femke yawned and stretched her arms above her head, they had been rehearsing the routine all day, and she was exhausted. It was a simple routine, this much practice should've been unnecessary, but considering it was WrestleMania, they're choreographer insisted it be absolutely perfect.
"Come on girls, one more time."
Everyone took their places and the music started. She moved through the steps, again.
Chris stood off to the side, watching the rehearsal. There was something about WrestleMania that made everyone a little crazy, and this choreographer was no exception. He was surprised none of the girls had fallen down from exhaustion yet. His eyes fell on one dancer in particular. She had dark red hair that flowed down to her waist, and it was currently tied back away from her face. Her skin was lightly tanned, and she had a brilliant, perfect smile.
When the music cut off again, the girls headed backstage. Chris quickly caught up to the one that had grasped his attention so tightly. "Hi," he said to her with a smile.
"Hi," she said, returning his smile.
"I'm Chris."
"Femke," she told him.
"That's an unusual name," he commented.
"Well, Chris is an overly common name."
"Touché."
She smiled again, which caused him to smile back.
"So, you're one of the dancers for tonight?"
She stifled a chuckle, "What made it so obvious? The rehearsal you just watched or the dance shoes?"
He grinned.
"Look, I'm starving, so I'm gonna go change, then I'm getting something to eat. I'll see you tonight."
He nodded and stood there watching as she hurried away.
As Chris sat in his locker room getting ready for his match, he couldn't get Femke out of his head. All he could think about was the way she danced, how she looked, the sound of her voice, the sound of her laugh, how she spoke.
He shook his head, trying to focus. He had a match in just a few minutes, his mind needed to be on Fandango. He finished with his boots and stood to grab his jacket. He pushed his arms through the sleeves as he left the locker room.
He made his way to the gorilla position, stepping over legs in the process. All of the dancers were lined up down the hall, stretching and preparing to perform on a stage in front of over 80,000 people, not to mention the multitude of people that would be watching on TV.
He smiled when he spotted Femke. She grinned and waved to him. She stood and walked over. "You ready for this?" he asked, an eyebrow raised slightly, "That's a big crowd."
She scoffed and rolled her eyes playfully. "I think I can handle it," she said with a wink.
He grinned, "Good luck out there," he told her. "First WrestleMania's a big deal."
She grinned too, "I wanted to say the same to you…kind of. The good luck part, anyways."
He reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She blushed slightly as his fingertips grazed her skin. "After the show…would you maybe want to go get some coffee with me?"
She smiled, "I think I'd like that."
"Femke!" one of the other girls called her name.
She turned to face them.
"Come on, we need to get out there."
She turned back to Chris, "I'll see you after your match, good luck," she said in a rushed tone before hurrying to join the other girls. Fandango's music started and Chris smiled.
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