And, predictably, everyone in the room turned to look at them. OK, not everyone. A couple people standing near the door, and a few across the room, who either saw them or heard them come in looked at them but quickly turned their attention back to Max.

Then Max looked at us. Even if it was just to acknowledge we were there, it directed everyone else's attention to us. I hate my father. To my luck, no one seemed to recognize me for who I am, just someone they'd met before and couldn't remember where. Seemingly unaware of my discomfort, Max decided to introduce me.

"And we have a new addition to the entertainment staff. Baby, why don't you come introduce yourself?" There were immediately whispers everywhere.

"How 'bout I don't, since everyone seems to know me," I stated, refusing to look at Johnny. While I could feel everyone watching me, I was uncomfortably aware of him. And the fact that he wouldn't stop staring at me.

The meeting only lasted for about 15 more minutes. I didn't hear a word of what Max said, but I'm good at looking like I'm paying attention and really just letting my mind wander. As everyone moved toward the door, I moved with them, wanting to get back to my room before anyone could stop me to talk. As I was walking, I could hear the staff telling the new waiters about what had happened that summer.

I really hate my father.

Well, at least I know that Johnny has to hear people talking about him just as much as I do. Reaching the staff cabins, I bid goodbye to Billy after he made me promise to at least come to dinner. After that I hurry even more up to my cabin, stopping only to get the boxes out of the backseat of my car. I didn't bother locking it up, it would be pretty pointless as nobody here would bother to even try to take anything.

Inside, I put my pictures on the dresser in no particular order then start stacking my records by the player. Opening my windows to let some air through, I remember my 'summer homework' from James. Picking a random record, the record player starts belting out "Be My Baby". Good song for dirty dancing. Also good song for a choreography assignment for your Latin ballroom class at college.

I just started free-styling to start, maybe give me some ideas. And it did.After the first pass-through, I started revising my free-style steps into something that fit the song better. An hour and about 30 pass-throughs later, I had up to the cello solo done to my satisfaction. As I was taking a water break, I felt like I was being watched. Come to think of it, I had felt like I was being watched since I started, I was just too absorbed in my work to notice.

Then I noticed that if I didn't change and stat walking soon, I would miss dinner. Either that or be late and possibly be forced to sit by someone I would really rather not sit by. Like Johnny.

I went into my bathroom to change, knowing that whoever was watching me probably wouldn't stop for the sake of manners. Dinner was not going to be a pleasant experience.

(change POV)

Great. The one person that I didn't want to get the job. That's a lie, and I know it. I really did want her to get the job, but I'll never admit that out loud.

At first, I didn't know who it was. Some mysterious girl unloading her car in the other instructors' cabin. Then Billy went to see who she was and I didn't see him again 'till they walked into the staff meeting. They seemed pretty friendly, but it didn't occur to me that almost all of the people Billy know I know too.

Then Max said it. The one name that I really truly wanted and dreaded to hear. Baby.

She wouldn't look at me. For some insane reason, I couldn't take my eyes off her. She looked a lot different. Hair pulled back, and quite a bit longer, makeup on. She went back to her cabin pretty quickly after the meeting. So did I, actually. I didn't stop to talk to anyone and did my best to ignore everyone telling the new kids what had happened.

As I went up my small driveway, I looked up at her cabin when I heard music blasting from it. When I see into her cabin(she has the windows open), she's dancing. I stop to watch. Dozens of times she restarts the song, changing steps slightly each time until she's satisfied with the results. Then I start wondering why exactly she is laying down choreography. But I only wonder for a minute before she stops to take a break. When she looks at the clock, grabs a new shirt and goes into her bathroom, I look at my own watch. I'm startled to find that I've been standing outside watching her for almost an hour and a half and it's time to walk down to dinner.

Sorry it's so short, but I'm kinda short on time. Next chap will be out soon.