Page 35 of Love is a Dance Step
“I was mistaken for security earlier.” Dax shook his head. “Do I look beefy enough to be a security guard?”
Drew smirked as he surveyed his clean-cut, slightly scrawny friend. “Well, David…” He couldn’t finish what he’d started saying. “David?” His entire body shook with laughter.
Dax looked down at his name badge. “I couldn’t exactly have it say Dax now, could I?”
“Why did you need a name badge at all?” Ben joined in the laughter.
Dax shrugged. “I thought it would help me blend in.”
“Bro.” Drew shook his head. “No one knows what you look like. It’s like one of the seven wonders of the world. Is Dax Nelson as good looking as Drew Stone? Everyone wants to know. You wouldn’t be recognized.”
Piper walked toward them. “Are you boys actually going to do anything today?”
Ben nodded. “We’re choosing a dancer for Drew.”
“You mean I’m choosing a dancer.” She grabbed Drew’s arm. “Get up, lazy.”
Drew looked down at Ben. “You should have told me she was so mean.”
Ben shrugged. “It’s what you get for stealing Quinn’s assistant.”
Piper huffed. “Drew, get your butt over there right now. The next dancers are going to start.” A few people nearby looked their way, giving them curious looks.
He threw his hands up in surrender. “Yes, ma’am.”
Ben and Dax’s laughter followed him.
“I thought Melanie was supposed to be here to help you today.”
Piper barely glanced at him. “She’s dealing with the whole ‘rock star thinks he can do whatever he wants and push his tour back’ thing. She flew back to L.A. this morning.”
“She didn’t tell me that.”
“Don’t pout, Drew.”
“I’m not pouting.” He crossed his arms and surveyed the next group of dancers in the chairs near the far wall. Lola looked so different from the rest in her work uniform.
Piper followed his gaze. “Is she… eating?”
She was right. A bag of potato chips sat in Lola’s lap, and she shoved them in her mouth. Drew couldn’t help but smile.
A laugh burst out of Piper. “It’s like watching an animal in a zoo.”
“What?”
“A dancer eating chips.”
Drew feigned offense, crossing his arms over his chest. “We eat.”
“Drew, you’re like a rabbit with all your leaf stuff and raw veggies. I don’t think I’ve seen you order anything sugary or greasy since we sat at Emma’s while you tried to woo me to the dark side.”
He threw an arm over her shoulders. “Glad to know being my assistant is the dark side. Wouldn’t have it any other way.”
She shrugged him off as the song ended and lifted her voice. “Thank you. We will inform you of callbacks.” The dancers dispersed, and Piper made notes on her clipboard. “I liked numbers 143 and 148.”
“They were fine.”
“You have no clue who I’m talking about, do you?” She sighed. “This girl of yours better be good.”
