Written By: ©Tiffany Anne
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The stage was one of the biggest she had ever seen.
All around her people rushed about doing all sorts of
things and Arianna watched with wide eyes.
“Pretty amazing, huh?”
Turning around Arianna smiled at the pretty blonde
before her, “I’m Arianna Jensen, but you can call me
AJ.”
Sticking her hand out Britney flashed her world-famous
grin, “Britney Spears. You can call me Brit but please
never Britty. I hate that.”
Laughing, Arianna nodded. “I can see why.” Turning
back to the set-up Arianna folded her arms across her
chest. “We have three days.”
“We can do it. You’re the best and I learn quick.”
Britney smiled. “So you’re gonna do it?”
“I’ll do the performance. As for the concert…we have
to be stationed in Orlando,” Arianna said softly.
“That’s the only way.”
Britney bit her lower lip. “My headquarters are in
Louisiana.”
“Then I’ll give you the name of a good choreographer,”
Arianna replied.
“Can we use your studio?”
She nodded.
“Deal,” Britney said, flashing a smile.
~*~
“Where is she?” demanded Justin as he burst through
the door.
Alexis stopped in the middle of a set of fouettes and
turned around. “Where is who?”
“AJ.”
“She got a call and said she had to leave. I don’t
know where she went,” Alexis replied, her green eyes
flashing anger. “Please, don’t interrupt my class
again.”
Justin stalked closer to her, his hands on his hips.
“I want to know where Arianna is, Alexis. And I want
to know NOW!”
Lifting her chin up Alexis met his stare. “I don’t
know, and I don’t care. I’m not her damn babysitter,
Justin.”
“She went to New York,” Nina broke in.
“WHAT?” both Alexis and Justin looked at her in shock.
Nina smirked. “I heard her on the phone. She booked an
immediate flight to New York.”
With a sly grin Alexis turned back to Justin. “New
York, huh? Aren’t you guys supposed to be getting
married in a week?”
Justin stared at her. “You’re not the same girl I used
to know.”
“And you’re not the same guy I knew. The guy I knew
would stand by the woman he loves.” She leaned in and
whispered softly to him, “The woman who loves him, who
can please him and would never…leave him.” With a flip
of her golden hair she turned and walked away from
him.
“Then I haven’t changed all that much,” Justin called
after her. He winked when she looked back at him. “I
love Arianna. She’s the one I’m standing by…not you,
Alexis. I don’t love you anymore.”
Alexis stared after him as he quickly left the studio
and then she turned to glare at Nina who was laughing
hysterically. “Get the hell out of my studio, Nina.
And you’re out of the dance.”
~*~
Arianna pressed her hand against her mouth as another
wave of nausea washed through her. What the hell is
wrong with me? She wondered as she knelt against the
cool tile in the bathroom.
Chapter 12
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