"Ye-yes! And you are..?"

"Oh sorry. I'm Dylan," he stuck out his hand and I shook it.

We talked for a while about the video and he told me he learned the moves already from the choreographer. When he was talking about how difficult the moves were I looked around the huge ballroom admiring it again when I saw Amy leaning against the wall. She looked angry and irritated as she glared at Dylan. Did they know each other? Why was she upset all of a sudden?

I figured it would be best to just ignore her and focus on what Dylan was saying. Lauren was still running around screaming at cameramen to hurry up cause she didn't have all day.

"Dylan can you teach Karma the beginning 30 seconds?" Lauren shouted.

Dylan nodded and we headed to the dance floor. Amy was still staring at my every move, which made me self-conscious about everything I did.

"We have to be very intimate when we're dancing. Basically we have to pretend that we are in love. You have to grab my face almost every time we are facing each other and stare into each others eyes," Dylan said as I nodded.

Dylan explained to me that the first 30 seconds were the easiest. All we had to do was walk slowly to each other from two ends of the stage. I nodded understandingly so he could continue. He resumed explaining saying when we met each other in the middle I had to walk past him so he could grab my hand and spin me into him. He notices that I'm a little lost so he offered to demonstrate it.

We walked towards each other and I walked past him as he said. When he tried to grab my hand he missed completely. I couldn't help but start laughing and he joined in.

"This isn't time to goof off, we have only a week to film this video!" Amy yelled from the side looking at Dylan and I.

I wondered what had her panties in a wad when she was perfectly fine before we came in here. I looked at her and she held her stare until I turned around so Dylan could help me again. This time Dylan grabbed my hand and twisted me into him as I grabbed the back of his neck and smiled at him feeling accomplished even though it was that simple.

"Okay you two lets go forward with the next 30 seconds," Lauren said.

"Alright so this is where it gets a bit difficult. We will start slow dancing for a bit and then you have to turn around so that your back is in front of me." Dylan explained. "So let's do that part real quick so you understand."

Dylan spun me into him and we continued to slow danced while I tried not to step on his feet as he twirled me around. I was now completely turned around so that my back was against his chest. He stuck his face into my neck and then twirled me again so that I was an arms length away. Dylan told me to walk one step and spin into him again. I did as he said and he smiled at me.

I saw Amy walk to Lauren and she looked like she was arguing with her. I didn't want to make it obviously that I was looking at them so I continued dancing.

"That was good! Now for the last part, I will dip you and turn you a bit and bring you back up to me, okay?" Dylan asked.

"Yeah, sounds cool."

As I spun into him he dipped me then turned me a little to the right and brought me back up. I remembered that he said we have to be affectionate so I put my face into his neck as he pulled me up to him.

I heard Lauren clap while she wiped away a fake tear and Dylan and I started laughed.

"You're a natural," Dylan said nudging my shoulder.

"I couldn't have done it without you," I said smiling.

Amy was no longer in the room when I looked towards where she was standing. Maybe she had better things to do than watch Dylan and me dance. We practiced the first minute a couple of times so we could get the hang of it. Lauren seemed pleased so I took that as a good thing. Lauren called for a wrap up for today and everyone started heading out.

Dylan walked me out to the lobby and offered me a ride home when Amy came out of nowhere and said, "Sorry mate, but I'll be Karma's ride home." I glared at her wondering what she was doing.

"Sorry Dylan, but thank you for offering," I said smiling. "It's fine, I'll see you tomorrow," he said while walking away.

"What was that, Amy?!" I said frustrated.

"Do you really want someone you just met today giving you a ride to your home?"

"He wasn't going to murder me, Amy," I ran my fingers through my hair looking at her.

"Alright, I'm sorry. Can I give you a ride home?" She said smirking at me.

I gestured her to lead the way as we walked to the main door. When we walked out of the hotel there were millions of flashes coming from everywhere and people shouting calling Amy's name. How did they even know she was here? Amy held me tight to her as to protect me from the paparazzi. Someone grabbed my arm and Amy stopped.

"Get your fucking hands off of her. Touch her again and I'll break your face," Amy said furiously at one of the men taking pictures. She put me in front of her so she can see anyone who tried to touch me. How could Amy go through this everyday? It was terrifying. But having Amy with me I, somehow, felt safe. The paparazzi kept yelling rude and offensive things about Amy to get her attention, but it didn't work.

"Amy, that's a great piece of ass you got there! Maybe I can borrow her after you're done!" Someone shouted behind us.

Amy was about to turn around but I held her hand to pull her towards her car trying to hold back my tears. The valet driver brought Amy's car to the front of the building just in time. She held the door open for me and I quickly hopped in. She sat in the drivers seat and sped off driving. I looked over to see her jaws clutched and hands gripping the steering wheel so tight her knuckles were white.

I leaned towards her putting my hand on her arm, "Amy it's okay. I'm okay." She relaxed but didn't look at me the whole way home. When she stopped the car she was about to get out when I held on to her arm making her look at me.

"Amy, you can't let them get to you like that. I know I accused you of being heartless the first day I met you, but now that I've actually gotten to spend time with you, you're not what they say."

"I'm not mad at them for saying shit about me, Karma. I'm angry cause of what that douche said about you. You're good Karma, too good, and you don't deserve to have shit said about you. I wouldn't have cared if he said something about me," Amy said.

"Look at me, I'm fine. No matter how much good you do someone will always be there to try to tear you down. It's inevitable, Amy. But, you were there to protect me and I truly appreciate that." I leaned over the console to kiss Amy on the cheek and she finally smiled looking at me.

"I thought you weren't interested in me?" Amy smirked.

"Good job. You just ruined the moment," I said laughing. She helped me out of her car again and this time walked me to my door. "You want to come in," I offered.

"I would love to, but I promised Lauren I would have dinner with her and her boyfriend, Theo, and you know how she gets when I'm late. But, next time. I promise." I nodded understandingly. I stood on my tippy toes to kiss her on her cheek again and she smiled leaning down.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" I asked.

"You bet."

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