Page 96 of Wicked Dance
My breathing has barely slowed down. Blitz takes my hand. He lifts it as if he’s going to kiss it, our signature move, back from our private days and one that has become ours on the show. The fan site has sold thousands of the “Kiss my fingers” T-shirts.
But he bites me instead.
I don’t smile, just look at him. Our eyes meet and I feel very powerful, like I’m not the frightened young girl anymore, and this man, regardless of his position, is at my mercy.
He sees it and tilts his head.
“Look at these two,” Barry says. “I think we know what’s happening after the show!”
Another roar from the crowd.
The video flashes on behind us. As I was warned, there isn’t footage I expect, but one from the dance practice with Blitz and Giselle. It shows all of us, then zooms in on me, angry, my eyebrows raised.
Then it freezes.
“Now that’s a woman who isn’t going to let anybody take her man,” Barry says.
Blitz lifts my hand automatically, then catches himself, shrugs, and this time, kisses it. “I love this woman,” he says. “Doesn’t matter who you vote for.”
The crowd goes nuts.
“Well, let’s see what America thinks,” Barry says. He gestures to the center stage, where Giselle and Mariah are walking out.
Blitz and I leave our stools to go stand in place. This time, despite our instructions, none of the girls hold hands. Both Giselle and Mariah seem really stiff and angry. I guess they heard what Blitz said.
But it’s not as if they didn’t know.
We wait for Barry to do his theatrics. I watch Blitz. He seems annoyed that he’s still not wearing a shirt. I sense that he’s getting done with all this too. At least this is the last elimination.
“We have one safe girl who will definitely be back next week,” Barry says. “And that is…”
He looks around the audience to buy some time to add to the suspense.
“Mariah!”
Both Giselle and I look at her with shock. We didn’t see that coming.
She gets hugs from both of us and stands next to Blitz.
“And our other girl remaining on the show this week is…”
The heartbeat music comes on again, a soft chime pulsing through the room.
“Livia!”
I turn to hug Giselle, but her mouth is wide open.
“What?” she shouts. “That’s ridiculous! I’m the best thing on this show!”
Barry keeps a completely straight face as he says, “Apparently not.”
I move next to Blitz, mostly to get away from her. Anger is coming off her like a heat wave.
“It’s time for Giselle’s farewell dance with Blitz,” Barry says.
Mariah and I start to walk offstage, but I hesitate. Giselle is not going up to Blitz. She’s off script.
“I am not going to dance with that fucking asshole!” she shouts.
