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Dance Class Chapter 1 It was a cool September morning, a pleasant change from the usual hot,humid days in Orlando Florida.Carson Raulerson shot up in her bed to the sound af Backstreets Back on her alarm clock. She soundly beat the alarm clock till it silenced.Sure she loved the Backstreet Boys but this is one time shed be happier asleep. "Ugh" she said as she threw her legs over the bed and staggered through the hall of her apartment and made her way to the kitchen she groggily scooped her teacup chiuahuah Cheech off the table went to feed him and her black cat Isis.She glanced over at the clock on her microwave.....11:00!!!!! She had to be at work in an hour. "Damnit"she said while practically tossing her cat across the room. She hurridly put changed into a black skin tight cropped tank top,well ok it was a sports bra, black adidas pants,and her Adidas shoes. She stuffed her dance bag with essentials, jazz shoes,tap shoes,granola bar etc. She through up her peachy strawberry blonde hair into a high "i dream of jeanie" ponytail and studied herself in the mirror for half a milisecond and bolted out the door. She had exactly 30 minutes to get to the dance studio and in Orlando lunch hour traffic was pure hell, plus tourism this year was skyrocketing so that made it even worse. Another thing Carson remembered as she ran out the door was that the owner of the dance studio,Karen Harding had left for the east coast tour of the Dance Troupe Competition/Seminar which meant she had to hold down the fort AND teach all of Karen's classes plus her own and even do some of Fatima's. Fatima used the dance studio in the back for some of her private classes.No one really knew who she taught back there because it was pretty hush hush.Carson was enveloped in a feeling of icky-ness.She all of sudden felt overwhelmed. "I'm only 19!! she said aloud. "Get Lisa to do it!!" Lisa was a sub at the studio too, and one of Carson's best friends,but she only did half of the work Carson did.She sighed. Carson got into her jungle green Acura and prepared to haul ass to the studio.As she drove down Anderson to get to Orange Blossom.She went over her schedule that Karen had left for her which to her dismay was three pages long..... "Lets see,today i have 4th grade ballet,begginer hip hop,junior,jazz,senior(high schoool student) tap,and on Friday....hmm only advanced hip hop, and on Saturday".......she paused,"Saturday Back Room A-1." Oh cool she thought , shed never been in one of the back room classes. Nobody even knew who took those classes. Everyone just knew that sometimes Fatima Robinson taught back there.Fatima was pretty famous for her work,she had worked with Michael Jackson,Kriss Kross,Backstreet Boys and,had been in one of Tupac's videos and thats all there was to know, hell no one even knew how the people in the classes got in, Carsons guess was that they got through the back door.Well anyways she would find out soon enough. As she pulled up to the studio she noticed that the parking lot was packed which usually meant that the studio was packed as well. She finally found a space and went in. Right when she opened she was enveloped in an abundant mass of commotion and pandamonium. She looked over at a large group of kids who were screaming and yelling.Lisa was stuck in the middle. Lisa looked up and it was clear that she was overwhelmed. "Carson!!! Oh thank god your here"Lisa called frantically,"OK OK OK here we have ballet students, here we have new students waiting to register,"she said pointing to a group of kids with their parents who had a multiple of annoyed looks on their faces."And over here,"Lisa said,we hav junior jazz." "Ok the juniors are mine you go start your class,I'll register the new students,"Carson turned to the group of girls for junior jazz,"And girls you go warm up and i'll be there shortly, I dont want to here talking in there ya got it?" The girls knodded their heads and obediantly went into the dance room and began an assembly of stretches. Carson plopped down into the desk chair and booted up the computer to begin registration. She looked up to a woman who had a frazzled look on her face while her impatient daughter whined soundly. "Hi, so will this lovely lady be joining us?"Carson said in a business like voice. The woman looked down at her daughter and werily shook her head."Well you'll have to fill out these cards and return them when your done and we'll be all set" she turned to the line of people," Can I help someone?" A woman with two daughters dressed in dance clothes approached the desk. "Yes um Ms. Harding told my daughters to come in to try out the junior jazz class last week and they liked the classs so I'd like to sign up for it." "Thats great I'll enter em in to the computer"Carson smiled and turned to the girls"Well girls I'm Carson Raulerson I'll be your jazz teacher but you can call me Carson and the others are warming up in that room right there so why dontcha go join em and I'll be right in K?" The girls waled into the room as their mother left the studio she had noticed was empty. Carson typed into the computer without looking up. She sensed a prescence so she asked without looking up,"Can i help.....(she stopped short)...you?" The person before her at the desk was no stranger, not to her at least. 5'9 ,black tank top under a dark navy blue Hilfiger shirt, dark Hilfiger jeans, both ears peirced, with a baseball cap and sunglasses. Even with all that stuff on she knew immediatly who it was.But what was he doing here. Carson realized she was staring which wasnt very nice so she continued trying to control her voice from quivering as it did when she was nervous.But she couldnt help but be a little nervous, Aj McLean was standing a few feet away from her.Next: Chapter 2 |