Next morning, Melissa let me borrow some ballroom shoes. Max was my partner and was very helpful. I was taught turns, lifts, kicks and steps that went so fast sometimes my head spun, but Max helped me anyway she could. We did the samba, rumba, jive, quick step, fox trot waltz and tango.
"Well Fang, it seems you too have a natural grace for ballroom. Would you like to join our team? Josh quit yesterday and moved to New York and Max here needs a partner. You up for it?" Melissa stated just before Jeb showed up.
"Yeah sure!"
"Max, could you teach him outside of practice? That way he'll be ready for L.A. we might have to resize Josh's costume to fit but other than that, we'll kick ass this year!" Melissa was totally pumped.
"You found a replacement so fast? Who?" Jeb asked.
"Our very own Nikolas." Max replied.
"Really? That's nice of you Nik. Come on you two, I have to pick up Angel and Zephyr from day care, Monique from band and Kristian from P.T. I'll drop you off at home for a half hour."
We headed home where Jeb then dropped us off outside. We ran in and cleared a space in the living room to practice in. I don't think we ever heard the car doors slam shut or Nudge complaining she was hungry. Max was showing me how to move my abdomen without my legs or shoulders moving.
"What're you doing?!" someone called out from behind us.
We spun around and saw our half hour was up.
"Practicing, what does it look like motor-mouth? Fang, the quick step is really hard so we'll have to practice a lot more." Max ran from the room and disappeared from sight.
"What were you two doing?" Nudge asked again as everyone else filed in.
"Dancing. We really need to practice but I doubt Max'll want to now." I turned and left the room in search of Max.