So what do you guys think so far? Just let me know if I am going too slow. I really want to make this about the dancing and falling in love and not just an automatic response to their amazingness, you know.
So just let me know and I will see what I can do. I will also try to do two chapters a day for my millions of readers out there. lol
"Alright, thats a wrap!" I say. After our first eight hour rehearsal, all four of the boys look beat and I am pretty impressed. I mean, don't get me wrong-these boys are not dancers. But they are hard workers and all four of them have a lot of heart. "Good job, today. I will see all of you tomorrow," I say before turning back to the stereo and checking my watch for the time.
"Did you wanna come with us to get drinks?" Carlos, i think, the hispanic looking one asks.
I turn around to see his puppy dog eyes paired with a a giant grin.
"Uhh, thanks but no thanks. I like to keep it professional for the most part," i say back. I see the disappointment in his face and feel a little guilty as i start to pack up my stuff.
"Well, another time for sure," Logan says. I'm sure of his name because he ran into eyebrows once and the other tall one yelled his name for messing up the sequence for another eight time.
"yeah sure," i call back as they walk out of the studio and I am left with some quiet.
It takes me a couple of minutes to gather up all of my stuff and for me to actually breath for a second. It has been a long day and right now I am just looking forward to going home and soaking in a nice hot bath.
As i shut off the lights in the studio and turn down the hall. The hallway is empty besides one of the members of Big Time Rush., eyebrows to be specific. I don't know his name, but he seems like he is waiting for me.
"Hey," he says as I pass.
"Did you forget something?" I say.
"Yeah," he says as he follows me down the long hallway. "I just wanted to introduce myself officially. I'm Kendall," he says with a smile and it takes a bit of self control for me to not swoon, so instead i roll my eyes, and once again I am presented with a look of disappointment. I feel guilty and before I can make him feel any worse, I say something.
"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Kendall. I will see you tomorrow. Work on your turns," I say before turning away to continue walking down the hallway.
"You really are all work and no play," he says.
"What's that supposed to mean," I set my bag down to try and find my car keys and look up at eyebrows with a look of confusion.
"I mean, I've heard all about you. And i hear you are pretty serious. Keep to yourself, working constantly. And I can tell just after a couple of hours what kind of choreographer you are."
"And you think you know all about me all the sudden!" I shout to him. Who does this guy think he is, thinking he can judge me. I pick up my bag, keys in hand and say: "Who are you to judge me?"
I wave to Richie and push my way out into the heat and walk straight to my car. I am seriously regretting taking this job. I can not deal with these ego-maniac boy band types. And now I am pissed off and will probably not get any other work done tonight.
I slam the door to my jeep and sit there in my car as Kendall walks out the studio and to his 1972 red Mustang parked in the first spot in front of the studio. Despite him being a huge tool, he does have nice taste in cars. I watch as he leaves the parking lot, shooting laser beams out of my eyes. There is no way I am dealing with these boys if they keep up the work like they did today. It's time to kick it up a notch.
The next morning, as I rolled up to the studio and checked the clock. Today we had a six hour rehearsal to start at 11. It was 957 and I was early for only one reason. Peace.
Richie wasn't there yet, but I had my own key, specifically to the blue rooms back door. I wanted to work on some of my own stuff for once, and go over some of the new moves I had dreamed about last night. So far we had about half of 'Love me Love me' done and I had an epiphany about how I wanted it to end.
As I unlocked the door and turned on the lights, I felt once again the immediate sense of being at home. The studio was empty of course, and despite the vast amount of empty space it felt full. Full of possibilities, possibilities of amazing pieces of dance. Pieces of dance that I could be creating right now. But instead I am too busy babysitting a bunch of wanna be boy band dancers.
As I set my stuff down near the stereo, I hear a faint knock from the studios front door. I walk out and towards the front door when I see him. Eyebrows and all his glory.
I unlock the door and hold the front door to the studio open just so I can poke my head out. "Rehearsal isn't for another hour," I say as I close try closing the door, but Kendall stops it with his foot,
"I just wanted to talk. Then I will go and get a coffee and be here on time," he says, giving me a look like he isn't going to give up.
I exit the studio, making sure that the door is unlocked, and stand in front of him with my arms crossed. "What do you want?" I ask.
"Look, I just wanted to make sure that things were okay between us. Yesterday- I- uh, well, I don't now what I was saying. When I said that I knew what kind of choreographer, I meant a great one. I've known your work and I was really excited to work with you. I'd hear the rumors that you were a bitch or whatever, but I don't see that. You are just extremely talented," he says.
I give him a look and say: "Gee, you think you can just make everything okay by calling me talented. I know I am talented, how the hell I ended up here I will never know," I say throwing my hands up in the air.
"I know I was wrong for judging you, I just wanted to show you that I knew of your work. I mean how do you think you even got paired up with us?"
"What?" I said, extremely confused.
"I mean seriously, you think that we, a tv show boy band just automatically ended up with one of the worlds most amazing choreographers? I asked to work with you. I wanted to get you to choreograph our show for us. And it just so happened to work out perfectly in my favor," he says, finishing with a look of exhaustion.
"Wait, what? You are telling me that you wanted to seriously work with me?" I ask. He nods and then throws his bag down in irritation.
"Slow your roll, big shot," I say before he can get even more mad. "Why? I mean I am a hard ass and all I do is yell at people and sure I am an amazing choreographer, but why would you want to work with me?"
"Because, you can change us! Make us better than all the rest of the world. All of those other bands breathing down our necks, you are the key. Dancing is the key. And all we want to do is change the world with our music and our performances and thats how you can help us," he says.
I might be blinded by his beautiful green eyes or something, but I am starting to believe him.
"and-" he starts again.
"Alright! Alright! I believe you. Just don't go making snap judgments like that anymore and I don't know who you think you are but you have a lot of work to do, you and all of your friends, before you even get close to changing the world status," I say pointing my finger into his chest and pushing him back off onto the sidewalk. "Now, go get some coffee before I get really annoyed. I need my preparation time," I say.
"Okay, okay. Have your alone time. Are we cool Mel, I mean Melanie?"
I give him a look and then give in, "yes we are fine Kendall, now go write some music or whatever it is you boy band boys do," I say giving him a smile.
Maybe there is something there, underneath the corny songs and the hyped up old school dance moves that they used to do and maybe there is something underneath all those eyebrows as well.