Everything Has Changed

7. Butterflies

B. P. O. V.

Stopping at the front desk I try to keep a low profile. The young woman there looks up at me, her eyes widening. "Can you please direct me to the Zumba class?"

"You're...you're Bruno Mars..."

"I'm meeting someone who may be teaching the class, her name is Laylani." The woman stands there dumbfounded; these are somethings that still surprise me, people who get starstruck seeing me on out on the street. Fame is a crazy and powerful thing. "Tell you what, ask me anything you like; I'm open." I smile and push my hands into the front pockets of my jeans. She looks down, thinking. 

"How do you write hit song after hit song?" 

"Honestly, I don't know. Ideas just come to me at random times and with the help of my partners Phil and Ari we just write until it sounds right." I laugh. "It's a process." 

She smiles. "That's amazing." 

"Not really." I shrug my shoulders. "It's harder than it looks."

"You're really good at it though, I love your music." 

"Thank you." I lean close to the desk resting my elbow on it. "Between you and me, I'm working on some new music but the release date isn't set yet." Her eyes go wide once more. 

"I can't wait! Laylani should be teaching in the second room on your right. She should be finished soon." 

"Thanks. It was nice talking to you," I start. 

"Melanie," She says, noticing my pause. 

"It was nice talking to you Melanie." 

I walk down the hallway, hang a right and stop at the door of the second room. Music blasts through the door the bass pounding so hard I can feel it on the floor. I ease the door open and there's Laylani at the front teaching. She pauses the music. 

"Wanna to do it one more time before we go?" 

"Yeah!" the room yells in unison. Rosi hits play again and walks to front and center. She stands in place her long curly ponytail swinging from side to side. She grins in the mirror as the people pick up her rhythm. I'm not at all surprised that she teaches here; dance as always been a thing of hers. 

"5, 6, 7!" At the same time, the group starts to move, following Rosi's every step. Her body moves in perfect time with the music. With every curve and each line etched in her core, she moves her hips, arms and solid legs following suit with every choreographed step. A facial expression with every move, sells each step. Suddenly only the ladies step forward, they perform the end of the dance with some flashy moves and coy faces. One of the guys cuts the music and everyone claps. 

"Thanks Laylani!"

"No problem! I'll see you guys next week maybe if you're lucky Marin will let me teach a few dances." Rosi walks over to the sound system as the class heads for the door. I step aside as the people walk through. Once everyone leaves, I slip into the room. 

"Rosi," I say walking further in.

"Hey Bru," She picks up her water bottle taking a sip. "I told you I would stop by after I take care of some things at work and after I fill in for my instructor's Zumba session." she drags a small black towel across her forehead. 

"I know, I just thought I would stop by and see what this Zumba thing was about." 

"It's just aerobics basically, a little more structured though. To teach it, you have to be certified like muah," She says gesturing to herself as a smirk bring up her right cheek. She looks up and flutters her eyelashes like she used to when we were small.