Page 52 of Forbidden Dance
I nod, afraid to speak out loud since they are filming. I slowly back away so they can get the shot with Blitz and the girls.
“I know I love it!” Gabriella says.
“Me too!” the other girls chorus.
“And I have loved spending this day with you,” Blitz says.
He goes around the circle, hugging each girl. They seem to know it’s over and some of them start crying. I know how they feel. There is a definite crash after the high of being a part of Blitz’s world.
“That’s a wrap,” the director says. “Thank you all, young ladies. This was beautiful.”
The moms come inside the room to collect their girls. The crew is a whirl, breaking things down quickly and loading up bags. I stay out of the way in the corner.
Blitz speaks with the director for a few moments, nodding and listening. He catches my eye a few times and smiles.
I’m perfectly content to stand outside his limelight and watch the craziness. I can’t imagine living this sort of life all the time. But that was what he had to do on the show. Cameras in his car. His home. During his practices and his dates. Why had he done it? The Blitz I’ve gotten to know does not seem to seek the spotlight. I’ll have to ask him how it all happened.
He breaks away from the director and heads over to our corner. Hannah, who has been on the phone, hangs up abruptly and hugs him. “You were brilliant, as always,” she says.
“Thanks.” He turns away from her to talk to me. “Can you break away from here for a little while?”
I hesitate. On Tuesdays, I head home for lunch and then go do my work at the church. But I have an idea.
“I’m doing a lunch thing,” I say. “But after that I could make some time.”
Blitz turns to Hannah. “What’re my obligations?”
“I don’t need you until tomorrow night,” Hannah says. “The auction.” She looks around. “Honestly, I think now that we have this, you’re done here. I don’t see a point in two charity dance videos.”
My stomach sinks. “You’re done with Dreamcatcher?” I ask.
“I’ll finish out the week,” he says. “It was never meant to be a long gig.”
I feel flushed with panic. “I won’t see you.”
He turns to Hannah. “Did you get that phone for me?”
“She’s on her way back,” Hannah says. “Actually, there she is.”
They wave to the girl, who holds a box. Blitz takes my arm and heads over to her.
“Here,” she says. “It’s prepaid for a year.”
“Perfect,” he tells her. “Thank you.” He takes the box and glances around, his eyes narrowed. I think I know who he’s looking for.
“Danika left before the shooting ended,” I say.
“Awesome,” he says.
We open the door and peer out into the hall just as the lights blink for the transition.
“Time to blow!” he says, grabbing my hand. We run for the storage room door.
When we’re on the other side, he laughs. “Princess, I swear you turn me into a high school boy every time we’re together. Sneaking around like the teacher is going to catch us.”
“But she is!” I laugh too and Blitz sets down the box so he can pick me up and twirl me in a circle. We spin between the storage racks and the door until I’m dizzy and breathless.
“I’m never going to feel the same way about a closet,” he says.
