AN: So, Kim and Kat are now at the summer home they owned since they were young adults. Will it be good times?
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Chapter eight: Choreography Sucks
The following morning brought different activities for the two women as they enjoyed their month at the summer home. Kimberly had been jogging for several minutes when cameras started snapping her picture for the front page of any magazine.
The petite brunette shielded her face with her hands as they came closer. Certainly, her husband's popularity status hadn't left her. She groaned as she jetted passed them. As they got closer, one attempted to take another picture.
"UGH!" she groaned loudly, "Can't a girl jog in peace?" she sighed.
"Ms. Beckinsale!" one of the reporters asked, "Any word on your husband's up and coming project?" he inquired.
Kimberly jetted as fast as she could, by passing the reporter. She caught her breath before heading inside the home. While unlocking the door, she found Kat scrunched like a ball as she read a notice from the officials of the dance company that she and Peter owned.
Dear Kitty Kat Productions,
We are happy to announce that we have offered a slot to your dance company for this year's competition on July 22, 2007. Dancers of your company must meet with us pronto to discuss further instructions.
Sincerely,
Rachel Hayesford,
Right Stuff Dance School
The twenty-something blonde squealed with delight as her eyes widened to the happiness she had read. She couldn't wait till she told her husband back in Angel Grove. Kimberly laughed as she saw her friend scream with delight.
"Is everything alright?" she asked as she walked over to the kitchen as she heard Kat's screams again, "I guess that's a yes," she laughed.
ANGEL GROVE, CA
11:15 a.m.
"Kitty Kat productions," a familiar voice said, "This is Heidi, and how can I help you?"
"Heidi, its Katherine," she retorted, "Is my husband available?" she asked as her hands began to shake from excitement.
"Kattie! Sweetie, let me connect you over. He was just in a meeting."
"Okay."
As Kat waited, she gave a joking glare at Kim who was fiddling with her cell phone on messages. The two former pink rangers laughed as the music played in the background. With a sleepy yawn, she tapped a pen as she waited for almost five minutes.
As the music was cut off, a familiar voice had picked up the phone. A smile escaped Kat's face as she heard his voice.
"Hey babe," Peter said, "How is things over at the house?" he asked as he fiddled with his computer as he placed his wife on speaker.
"Oh just wonderful," the smiling twenty-something dance instructor said, "You'll never guess what I got in our inbox," she said with a huge grin.
"What? Don't tell me, we're having a baby."
"PETER!"
"I'm kidding. What?"
"Right Stuff just emailed saying they want to see our dance team on the twenty-second."
"That's in twenty-something days. Meaning, you and I are going to have to work double time on working on a routine."
"Yeah. Honey, I'm scared, what if they say our choreography sucks?"
"Nah, my wife the star of the Royal Dance Academy, suck? NEVER!"
The couple laughed as Kat looked over at Kimberly. She wanted Kim to take part in helping too, but she had to ask. Both Kim and Kat knew that Kim was a redound gymnast with a body to envy, but her skills could sure help with their competition.
"Maybe Kim can help us," she replied, "She is a gymnast and all," she grinned at her friend.
Kim was caught off guard, but arched her brow at her pink clad friend who was entrusting her to help with the choreography. She knew that Kim could help with some tumbles and other numbers which would wow the audience.
She picked up the other phone as she listened to the details for the competition. The three began talking about what music to use, as well as the routine they were going for. All the choices and decisions to make didn't stop three people in planning the best competition.