I can't believe I said okay. What was I thinking? As I waited in daddy's dance studio, I paced and bit my nails. I had grown up in this studio and I loved it and the people in it. I looked at the diploma on the wall. Daddy got to go to college to become a certified dance instructor with the help of grandpa. Oh where is this guy? I should just leave. Yeah that's what I'll do, I'll... "Hi, you must be Jennifer." This scrawny red-head with jug-ears came towards me. He had great green eyes and a beautiful smile, but HUGE feet, which will give us some problems. "Um...you are Jennifer right? Johnny's daughter?" "Hmm? Oh...yes nice to meet you and you are?" "Craig. I'm not too sure why I'm here." Poor thing. "My dad says you have potential to be a great dancer So...What?" Craig had scoffed. "You're kidding me. I can barely shuffle. I came to your dad to train me for my wedding and he nearly gave up on the first day." "Great. Well, have you ever heard of dirty dancing?" "No," "Well its an art with your body. But you have to trust the person you dance with. How would you feel about being in a dirty dancing competition with me next month?" To my surprise he didn't giggle. Instead he about busted his ass from laughing so hard. "You want me to trust you and expect me to dance an art?" He said as his laughter finally died down." Okay this is really ticking me off, but I'm desperate. "You don't have to do it. Just give it a chance. I'll teach you the basics and when you get those down we'll try something harder." "You're serious?" At least he's not laughing anymore. "I always am." "That can't be fun." "Are you in or not, because if you're not you're wasting my time." "Fine. I'm in." "Really?" I was almost a little bit disappointed. "Sure, I'll try anything once." "This isn't just a for fun thing. There is a $10,000 cash prize and a full scholarship to Julliard for the winners." He let out a long whistle. "And you're trusting me? I hardly know you." "My dad trusts you so why not? It's impossible to get my dad to trust anyone. He had a hard upbringing. Anyways, how much do you know?" I can shuffle and um...could do show me what we're doing first?" "Sure," This will be fine just as long as shuffling isn't the only thing he does. "Jake, could you come hear for a minute?" Jake worked at Dad's studio. He used to be my dance partner, until he tried to ask me out, he was my dad's age. "What can I do you for?" "We need to show Craig how to dance and if you were not busy I was wondering if we could do our old routine for him?" "I'm never too busy for you my dear." "I bet you're not." The music started. I love this song. As our bodies moved I completely let loose. Dancing always does that to me. This dance number was very sexy. When I preformed it I wore a pink punk type dress with cuts in the stomach and back. I designed all my own costumes, mostly during my math class. When the music finally ended Jake left and I looked over at Craig. I couldn't help but laugh. You know that face you get when you see something that you don't know how to feel about? Well his is face is ten times funnier than that. "You want me to do that? First I can't do that, and second, I'm getting married. I should only be doing that with my fiancé, behind closed doors. I'm sorry, you've got the wrong guy. Good-bye." "Fine leave. I don't care. It just shows that you're a coward that can't go throw with anything." As he slowly turned I could tell I stuck a nerve. "Coward? We'll see whose a coward. Im in."