"Aerosmith, India Arie, Pat Benatar, Garth Brooks, Creed, Bon Jovi, Def Leppard, Eagles, Kirk Franklin, G Lovin' & Special Sauce, Hayseed Dixie, Heart, Don Henley, Linkin' Park, Amanda Marshall, Dave Mathew's Band, Martina McBride, Newsboys, POD, Jill Scott, Third Day, Chely Wright, Country Mix, It's Alive Mix, Rock Mix, Kitchen Sink Mix. This is it?"
"Is what it?"
"Abe, these are all the CD's you have?"
"No AJ. I have others at home."
"I don't believe it," he exclaimed.
"What is your problem?"
"You don't have us," he stated, glaring at her.
She laughed, "That's your problem."
"Well yeah. You work for us and you don�t have our CD."
"I get to hear you all the time."
"It's not the same," he argued.
"No, its better."
"You got me there, but Abe, it ain't right."
"Sorry. Why are you looking in there anyway?"
"I'm looking for something to dance to."
"You were serious about the dancing thing?"
"Absolutely, now get your ass up" he ordered.
"AJ," she whined.
Taking a snooty tone, he said, "Whining doesn't become you Anna Bella Cavett."
Abe growled and AJ laughed. It was three nights after the first dance lesson. They were in Denmark. In the last three days, Abe had withdrawn from everyone. She was still helping Nick, but she was distant even with him.
She was surprised when AJ showed up for the second dance lesson. He walked in carrying a boom box and asking where her CD's were. Now he was wiggling his slim hips to Jill Scott. Gliding over, he pulled her off the bed. As he started to guide her through a simple box step, she stepped on his foot.
"Oh God! AJ, I'm so sorry," she exclaimed, pulling up on the waist of her pants.
"It's okay Abe. Do me a favor though, lose the combat boots."
"They're not combat boots," she retorted.
"Close enough."
Abe stuck her tongue out at him and he chuckled.
"Don't suppose you have any shoes with heels?"
"What kind of heels?"
"You know, pumps or something."
"Please, AJ. Do I look like a person who would have those kind of shoes?"
"Sure. Why not? You're a girl."
"I'm not that kind of girl."
"What's that suppose to mean?"
"Nothing. Nevermind. I don't have those shoes, so guess the lesson is over. Thanks for trying to help me learn how to dance."
He had watched her say all of this while moving across the room to the boom box, which she turned off. She removed her CD and was now trying to hand the boom box to AJ.
"Woah," he said, holding up his hands. "What just happened here?"
"Nothing. It was nice of you to try and help me learn how to dance. I'm just not meant to dance."
"Why not?"
"Cause not I�m like other girls."
"How ya figure?"
"Don't worry about it, AJ. I'm going to bed now. You can go have fun."
"Sit," he ordered, taking the boom box from her and sitting it back on the credenza. "I said sit."
She flopped down on the bed.
"Its okay that you don't have shoes with heels. We can get you some. Stop shaking your head no. I don't understand what's going on here. Ya gotta help me."
"I'm not a girly girl. I'm not like other girls."
"What does that mean? What are you then?"
"I'm just me."
"And???"
"And�I don't know."
He stood up again and pulled her with him. He positioned them so she was standing in front of him facing the mirror over the credenza.
"What," she asked, looking at him in the mirror.
"Tell me what you see."
"I see you."
"You see me," he asked, stunned.
"Yes! Are you going to show me some dance step?"
He stared at her reflection in the mirror for a moment. His purpose had been to make her tell him how she saw herself. He expected most of it to be negative. He never expected the answer he got. She didn't see herself in the mirror. Now she was looking down and fidgeting, pulling up her pants. For the first time, he realized she had lost weight. Her clothes were baggy on her.
"Ya got a belt?"
Her head shot up. "A belt?"
"Yeah. To keep those pants up."
"No. Never needed one. So are you going to show me some dance thing?"
"Not right now."
"Oh," she said, disappointment apparent in her voice.
She really did want to learn, but was scared of looking stupid. Looking at his watch, he moved over to the phone in the room.
"Marcus can you come down to Abe's room? Yeah get a car. See you in ten." Hanging up, he turned to her and said, "Get your shoes back on."
"Where are we going?"
"Shopping. The stores are still open."
"Shopping?"
"Yes, shopping. We're getting you some new dancing shoes. Don't even think about arguing."
*******
She did argue or rather fussed, but still found herself trying on shoes. They had argued back and forth until she relented and agreed on black pumps. He had picked out pairs with 1", 2" and 3" heels. Currently she was trying on the 3" heels. He watched her stand up slowly. She hadn't been lying when she said she never wore heels. As she straightened, the height of the heels coupled with the slope of the shoes caused her to pitch forward. Luckily, he caught her before she took a header into a display.
"You laugh AJ and I swear you will find these shoes, heels first, in a place you don't want. You too, Marcus!"
Marcus swallowed the laugh threatening to spill out. "Never, Abe."
"You want to try walking in them," asked AJ, the corners of his mouth twitching as he fought a smile.
"Actually, I was thinking of jogging," she replied in a dry tone.
"Okay," answered AJ, letting go of her hands long enough for her to start toppling.
She exclaimed, "Lying. I was lying!"
"Let's try walking."
"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow," she said with each step.
"I get it. Go back to the chair."
"No."
She sat down in the middle of the floor and took the shoes off. Marcus' deep laugh filled the small shop. Rubbing her feet, she looked up at AJ and grinned. Shaking his head, he picked up the shoes, placing them back in their box. She stood beside him, wiggling her toes. He rolled his eyes.
She picked up a box and said, "So, the one inch heels it is."
"Go pay."
After a moment, he joined her holding the boxes containing the other two pairs of shoes. She paid for her shoes. She turned to leave, but him handing the boxes to the salesperson made her pull up short.
"What are you doing?"
"Buying shoes."
"For?"
"You."
"I have mine right here," she said, holding the bag up level with his face. "It may not be pretty, but I can make it across the floor in these."
"They are your starter pair. We will work you up to the bad boys," he answered, signing the receipt. He put a finger to her lips to silence her. "It's done. Now let's go back to the hotel."
********
The three walked back into the lobby to find, security had cleared the place out and was keeping the few fans with rooms there at bay. The elevator doors opened to reveal Nick and the whole gang, including Isabelle.
"Hey!"
"Hey Nicky. You guys going out?"
"Yeah. What have you guys been doin?"
"Shopping," answered AJ, holding up the bags.
"Abe you went shopping," asked Angelica.
"Yes."
"What did you buy?"
"Some shoes."
"That's all you could find in your size," she asked.
"Angelica," scolded Vanessa.
"Bet we could find a muzzle that fits your mouth," retorted AJ.
"Y'all have fun," said Abe, stepping in the elevator.
"Do you want to come with us," asked Nick, looking from AJ to Abe.
"I'm going to bed," replied Abe.
"Thanks for the invite Nicky, but I'm staying in."
"Okay."
AJ and Marcus joined Abe in the elevator. Nick and Abe locked eyes. Abe was surprised to see hurt in Nick's eyes as the door closed.
"Marcus, I'm heading up to Abe's," stated AJ, as the doors opened to his floor.
"Okay. Night."
"Night."
"Night Marcus. Why are you going up with me?"
"We have more work tonight."
"Work?"
"You're going to practice walking."
"AJ!"
Marcus laughed as he heard her whining even through the closed elevator doors.