We said nothing as we waited with bated breath while Douglas pinned both sheets to the wall so we could all see.
“Please do not knock me over!” Douglas screeched because as soon as he was done, we stampeded over, shoving and impolitely barging through to see it.
“Oh my gosh!” I hollered, seeing I’d gotten a solo. However, that quickly died out when I saw I would also be doing a sequence with Nikita. “Carolyn?—”
“Yes, you and Nikita will be doing the pas de deux.” Carolyn cut me off, eyebrows tapping her hairline as she stuck her nose in the air, signaling at me not to complain.
“Carolyn.” Nikita laughed as a cacophony of voices overlapped in the background, discussing the lists. “A pas de deux is typically one male and one female dancer. We are?—”
“Yes, you will have your dance partners, and you will do it together. If this is an issue, Miss Johansson, then we can always get someone else to do it. I should remind you, the auditions were very close.” Carolyn waited for Nikita to protest, but all she did was give a tight smile and curt nod before walking off. “Banks?”
“Nope, I’m fine. I’m just happy I got the solo.” I smiled.
A wide grin expanded across Carolyn’s face before she yanked me closer, saying, “Congratulations! You did wonderful at the audition.”
“Thanks.” I gave her the same curt nod once she let me go, before I sauntered off.
Nikita and I exchanged unpleasant looks before she turned away, and I could only sigh, retrieving my phone from my bag.
Me: I got the solo but also have to do a pas de deux with Nikita.
Low-Low: Congratulations . . . you gotta do a what?
Me: Lol like a duet dance…
Low-Low: Upstage her ass, Peep.
Me: I will. :)
Putting my phone up, I got in position after hugging Kailey who was so excited for me.
Mid-practice, Carolyn’s eyes darted to the entrance, making me turn around to see Low’s fine ass standing in the doorway, clutching roses in his hand.
“Can I?” I asked Carolyn.
“Five-minute break, everyone! Some of you are too distracted by your parts to focus anyway!” She turned away and pranced over to Douglas.
Making my way over to Low, I couldn’t help the smile I felt tiring my cheekbones already.
“For me?” I reached for the flowers, inhaling his cologne that I had become accustomed to.
“Nah, for Nikita. Didn’t you say she got the paz day . . . whatever the fuck that was,” he joked, making me snatch the flowers as he cackled.
We embraced, and I could’ve melted right there, the feeling causing me to close my eyes in euphoria. I hadn’t stopped thinking about how he unintentionally made me cum every time I had to stretch.
“Thank you, Low-Low. This was so sweet.” I beamed, admiring the flowers.
“I ain’t even know if you liked flowers or what kind you like, but if this ain’t it, I will make sure it’s right next time.”
I regarded him, passingly, staring up into his handsome face that held a little bit of shyness behind the ruggedness as he waited for my reply.
“No, I love roses, especially red ones.” I smiled, leaning up for him to brush his mouth against mine.
“I got this too.” He dug into his pocket to pull out an oblong box.
Handing it over to me, he took the flowers momentarily so that I could have free hands to lift the top. Inside was a pretty gold necklace with a diamond pendant in the shape of pointe shoes.
“Low,” I spoke softly, sweeping my fingers across it before taking it out.