Page 72 of Wicked Dance
Or I could take that bitch down.
I take a deep breath, remind myself who I am, and calmly step forward as one of the cameras eagerly turns to me.
“Giselle, put some clothes on,” I say. I pick up a nearby towel and toss it to her. “Or don’t bother. Everybody’s already seen you naked. It’s not even interesting anymore.”
She does what I think she will, which is to automatically reach for the towel before it hits her. Her boobs fly free, making it a nude shot, and no longer usable.
Blitz immediately realizes what I’ve done and bites his lip to keep from smiling.
I head over and take his hand, pulling him out of the chair, which forces Giselle off his lap. “You seem tired. Let’s grab something to eat before you have to do any more shooting.”
“Works for me,” he says.
He’s dressed at least, already in a shiny button-down shirt and pants. So I lead him out of the room and into the hall, knowing the cameras won’t follow. I roll my eyes at Hannah as we pass. Might as well be the kid she thinks I am.
“Did you know they were going to do that?” I ask.
“Only about five minutes before they did it,” he says. We head to the viewing room, where Jessie and Shelly usually wait with our lunches if they aren’t with us.
“You figured it out when they canceled the rehearsal?”
“Yeah, that’s their MO when they are going to spring something on me,” he says. “Plus there were too many cameras in the dressing room for random footage of getting ready for a date.”
I want to ask if she came in naked or stripped for him, but I’m guessing I’ll find out when it airs. Uggh. This job.
We head into the viewing room. There’s a smattering of people. A couple of other dancers, eating salads, and several of the assistants, including ours. One of the girls in black, probably Giselle’s girl, pops up when she sees Blitz and takes off for the door.
“I guess you were supposed to have taken longer with her,” I say. We sit at one of the tables and Shelly and Jessie unpack our coolers.
Blitz rubs his eyes. “I really wasn’t up for those antics when I have to spend all evening with her,” he says.
“I wish I could come with you and help out,” I say.
Blitz laughs. “This sounds so ridiculous, right? My girlfriend coming with me on a date.”
“Like some terrible made-for-TV drama,” I say with a grin. “Oh…wait.”
Blitz smiles and I sense him relaxing a little.
This is hard on both of us.
I lean in to whisper in his ear. “I’ll be waiting for you when you are done with her,” I say.
He closes his eyes a minute, then he says, “If I look at all like I’m anticipating something wonderful in this part of the episode, it will be you.”
We eat close together, our shoulders touching, until Shelly lets him know it’s time for him to go.
We are going to get through this.
