Page 14 of Wicked Dance
Chapter 5
Blitz takes my hand as he leads me down the hall I remember from the finale. But then it was bustling with people, crew members and dancers. Now the rooms are all eerily quiet.
“You probably were in here,” Blitz says, tapping his knuckles on the door at the corner. He’s right, that was the room where everyone watched the show on mounted televisions. “It’s a viewing room.”
“Yes,” I say. “And a couple doors down was where the makeup artists were set up.”
Blitz knocks against that one as well as we pass. “I’ve never been in there,” he says.
“You have your own makeup person, then?” I ask.
“Yes, and my own dressing room.”
“I didn’t see it that night,” I say, but thinking over the episodes ofDance Blitz, I could remember scenes that took place there.
And some of the girls who snuck in.
I shove those thoughts away. “Are we going to it?” I ask.
“I’ll take you in if you like. It’s on the other side.”
He must see my frown, because he quickly adds, “It’s not important, though. And yeah, there were always lots of cameras in it.”
“Which girl took a bet from the others to try and catch you naked?” I ask, trying to sound as if none of that really matters. And it doesn’t, I guess. It’s his past. But still. The antics on the show are hard to watch now.
“I don’t remember her name,” Blitz says. “Was it season one?”
“I think so,” I say, glad the girl doesn’t stick in his mind. “She found you, though.”
“Yeah,” Blitz says. “It was scripted. I was literally in there freezing my ass off while she tried to be all ninja. The cameraman in the corner was giving me a countdown for when she’d arrive.”
“She was only wearing a towel,” I say.
“Also scripted. I think she was supposed to be pretending she was lost.”
“Everybody could see it was fake.”
“I’m sure.” Blitz grasps my hand. “Most of the show was fake.”
“Did you really have sex with her? The show makes it look like you did, right there with the cameras.”
He sighs. “I wasn’t in it to be subtle,” he says.
He didn’t answer the question.
It doesn’t matter. I have to keep reminding myself of that.
But there’s a little tension between us as we walk these halls. This was his space with all those girls.
The articles written about Blitz during the show say that twenty of the fifty contestants confirmed sleeping with him, sometimes more than one of them on the same day. But who knows? That was just what they would say to get headlines and airtime. I see how it works now.
I squeeze his hand. I can’t let his wild past impact how we are now.
We pass the doors to backstage. I pause, looking up at the red and green “on air” lights above the sign that reads STUDIO A. It’s all dark right now. “It was so wild to see you out there, and the audience. It was surreal,” I say.
“I can’t believe you did it. More than one contestant has frozen up when they stepped out.”
“Really?”
