Page 97 of Love is a Dance Step
Lola listened to the opening beats. “Okay, show me what you have so far.”
Noah obviously wasn’t a choreographer. He did some kind of cheesy spin thing that Lola couldn’t help but laugh at. “Okay, stop.”
She showed him a few basic steps that would work. He wasn’t a bad dancer, but there were worlds between his and Drew’s skills. Dancing with Noah was fun, but it didn’t cause her hair to stand on end. There was a lot of laughter but little intensity.
Noah was a singer who danced.
But Drew… he was a dancer who could sing. His body was made for it.
Noah went through the simple combination of quick footwork that ended in a jump where he’d have to slide on his knees. “Just make sure to wear pants. No shorts or skirt or anything. You’ll hurt your knees.”
When they’d run through the song more times than Lola could count, Noah collapsed on the ground. “I think I have it enough to wing it.”
Lola sat next to him. “The point of practice is so you don’t have to wing it.”
He shrugged and threw a hand over his face. “Lola Lola Lola… It’ll look somewhat similar to what you taught me. I’m sure I’ll remember at least half the steps and definitely the move at the end.”
Lola shook her head with a laugh. “It’s your show.”
“Not only my show.” Noah lifted his voice. “If only I had a drummer with a single nice bone in her body and a complete love for her best friend that could tell when he was thirsty.” When no one responded, Noah removed his arm. “Being a rock star is such hard work. Not like being a drummer.”
A bottle of water came flying at his face. Noah snatched it out of the air. “It’s like magic.”
Jo pulled another bottle out of her bag. “You want one, Lola?”
“Please.” Jo brought it to Lola, giving Noah a light kick as she passed him.
Lola chugged the cool water.
“Lay down.” Noah patted the spot beside him.
Lola knew she should get back to her room, that she couldn’t abandon Asher for too long, even if she still couldn’t believe he was here.
But instead of walking away, she leaned back next to the British rocker.
He shot her a tired grin. “I don’t know how you and Drew do it. It’s like you’re tireless on stage dancing through every song.”
She shrugged. “We just do. I think the adrenaline keeps us going more than anything else.”
He hummed in the back of his throat. “So, who was that guy in your room?”
“Who? Asher?”
“Asher Stone?” Noah sat up. “That was Drew’s brother? Does Drew know he’s in town?”
“I don’t know. They don’t really get along, but Asher is a friend. I think. After all the…” She paused. “The tabloid stuff, he figured I needed him.”
“I’m sorry the media is doing that to you. You don’t deserve it. But…” He stopped himself.
“But what?”
“Okay, look, I know you and Drew are kissing friends.” He sat up to look down on her.
“Kissing friends?” She laughed at the term and looked across the room to Jo, the woman who’d seen her with Drew.
“Drew doesn’t have kissing friends on tour. Ever.”
Lola pushed herself to her feet. “I’m not talking about this with you.”
