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T: Beeotch! You always know I got your ass. And you got mine ;)
DANCE PRACTICE HAS been a bitch this week. I suppose I’ve screwed up a few times because my head is in a Jax Nash cloud. I wonder where he’s going to take me to dinner. I’ve tried to get it out of him when he calls or texts, but he continues to talk, purposely ignoring my question.
Saturday rolls around and I force myself out of bed. We have practice this morning. Ugh. After I get myself cleaned up and ready to go, I head down to Tiffany’s and drag her out of bed. “Hurry up and get your practice attire on so we’re not late.”
She groans. “Yeah, yeah,” and then she’s off to the bathroom rushing to get ready. She comes out and we take my beamer to practice.
Per usual, Sandy is giving me the evil eye. She flips her hair over her shoulder, then turns away. Darcy is next to her but is focusing on her next move.
We finish practicing after umpteen times of repeating the choreograph.
“All right, girls. Practice is over, but I’m looking for some suggestions, ideas for changing up the routine a bit. If you have any suggestions, stay after and talk to me,” Coach Step announces.
I stay after and listen to Sandy’s suggestions. I have to admit, their pretty good, but I feel my ideas will work better, or if she’d stop being a bitch to me, we could come up with one hot dance for the Dance Off competition.
“Great, Sandy. Okay, Kimber, let’s hear your suggestions.”
“I agree with some of Sandy’s ideas, but there are some things I think we should add or change in some of the routines, especially the ‘Dirty’ dance we’re going to do at one of the biggest competitions. Since we’re doing a routine to Christina Aguilera’s “Dirty” I think we should have some steamy scenes play into the routine.” I show Coach by doing the moves, but Sandy keeps butting in and we’re going round and round battling over the routine. She keeps ignoring me and my suggestions! It’s pissing me off. I’m going to confront her, and if she still ignores me, then I’m going to talk to Coach Step privately.
“Yes, I agree you both have great ideas. I suggest you put your heads together and keep working on it.” Coach nods toward the exit, her way of telling us to go home, we’re done for the day.
Instead of changing out of my sweaty tank and shorts, I grab my bag and walk toward the exit in the gym, where Tiffany is waiting. I can hear Sandy and Darcy behind me whispering, but obviously not very secretly.
“Why not? I think her ideas are great,” Darcy says. Sandy must have elbowed her because Darcy oomph’s and then grunts. “God, rude. I mean both your ideas together, bitch.”
They both chuckle. I want to glance over my shoulder and smile real big at both of them, to piss Sandy off and get another wench scowl from her, but I don’t.
“You excited for tonight?” Tiffany’s eyes are all saucy and big. I think she’s just as excited as I am.
“I’m excited and nervous. He said to dress casual but won’t tell me what restaurant he’s taking me to, or maybe he’s bluffing me.” Bluffing me. I think about it and my stomach knots up with the idea he might have plans to take me to a hotel or something. I have to be real. He’s a guy. He’s hot. He’s got a long list of fan girls, or so I’ve heard. No way will I allow a hotel. Nope. Not for a while anyway.
I TAKE LONGER than usual to get ready. I slip into my favorite Rock Revival blue jeans with bling pockets. They hug the globes of my butt cheeks and make my ass look good. At least that’s what my girlfriends said when we’d went shopping a few months ago. I pull a green silky shirt carefully over my long but perfectly curled hair. It’s an armless, backless shirt that ties around my neck. My accessories consist of a thin silver chain with a diamond pendant dangling just below my collarbones and my earrings are simple
T: Beeotch! You always know I got your ass. And you got mine ;)
DANCE PRACTICE HAS been a bitch this week. I suppose I’ve screwed up a few times because my head is in a Jax Nash cloud. I wonder where he’s going to take me to dinner. I’ve tried to get it out of him when he calls or texts, but he continues to talk, purposely ignoring my question.
Saturday rolls around and I force myself out of bed. We have practice this morning. Ugh. After I get myself cleaned up and ready to go, I head down to Tiffany’s and drag her out of bed. “Hurry up and get your practice attire on so we’re not late.”
She groans. “Yeah, yeah,” and then she’s off to the bathroom rushing to get ready. She comes out and we take my beamer to practice.
Per usual, Sandy is giving me the evil eye. She flips her hair over her shoulder, then turns away. Darcy is next to her but is focusing on her next move.
We finish practicing after umpteen times of repeating the choreograph.
“All right, girls. Practice is over, but I’m looking for some suggestions, ideas for changing up the routine a bit. If you have any suggestions, stay after and talk to me,” Coach Step announces.
I stay after and listen to Sandy’s suggestions. I have to admit, their pretty good, but I feel my ideas will work better, or if she’d stop being a bitch to me, we could come up with one hot dance for the Dance Off competition.
“Great, Sandy. Okay, Kimber, let’s hear your suggestions.”
“I agree with some of Sandy’s ideas, but there are some things I think we should add or change in some of the routines, especially the ‘Dirty’ dance we’re going to do at one of the biggest competitions. Since we’re doing a routine to Christina Aguilera’s “Dirty” I think we should have some steamy scenes play into the routine.” I show Coach by doing the moves, but Sandy keeps butting in and we’re going round and round battling over the routine. She keeps ignoring me and my suggestions! It’s pissing me off. I’m going to confront her, and if she still ignores me, then I’m going to talk to Coach Step privately.
“Yes, I agree you both have great ideas. I suggest you put your heads together and keep working on it.” Coach nods toward the exit, her way of telling us to go home, we’re done for the day.
Instead of changing out of my sweaty tank and shorts, I grab my bag and walk toward the exit in the gym, where Tiffany is waiting. I can hear Sandy and Darcy behind me whispering, but obviously not very secretly.
“Why not? I think her ideas are great,” Darcy says. Sandy must have elbowed her because Darcy oomph’s and then grunts. “God, rude. I mean both your ideas together, bitch.”
They both chuckle. I want to glance over my shoulder and smile real big at both of them, to piss Sandy off and get another wench scowl from her, but I don’t.
“You excited for tonight?” Tiffany’s eyes are all saucy and big. I think she’s just as excited as I am.
“I’m excited and nervous. He said to dress casual but won’t tell me what restaurant he’s taking me to, or maybe he’s bluffing me.” Bluffing me. I think about it and my stomach knots up with the idea he might have plans to take me to a hotel or something. I have to be real. He’s a guy. He’s hot. He’s got a long list of fan girls, or so I’ve heard. No way will I allow a hotel. Nope. Not for a while anyway.
I TAKE LONGER than usual to get ready. I slip into my favorite Rock Revival blue jeans with bling pockets. They hug the globes of my butt cheeks and make my ass look good. At least that’s what my girlfriends said when we’d went shopping a few months ago. I pull a green silky shirt carefully over my long but perfectly curled hair. It’s an armless, backless shirt that ties around my neck. My accessories consist of a thin silver chain with a diamond pendant dangling just below my collarbones and my earrings are simple
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