Taylor's POV
I had been dancing at The Rage Dance Complex for five years now. It's a really fantastic dance school and several brilliant dancers have emerged from here. Taylor Lautner, Ashley Benson, Becky G, and many, many more stars took lessons and hey….seems to be a good school. I hiked my dance bag over my shoulder. I had several lessons today and my last one for the day was a ballet rehearsal. All day long, people had been talking about how "R5 was back for the week". I was genuinely confused. Like was R5 ever a thing here? My other question was what or who was R5? I promise you; I don't live under a rock. I just didn't think the band R5 would be here. I wasn't really interested in them so I never really paid attention. According to one chick, they had left The Rage because their band was rising up in the music world and they needed more time to be on tour and more time to rehearse. I sat in the studio alone and kinda just stood there. The door opened and a tall blonde dude walked in. Today was the first day of dance rehearsal so I really hadn't learned any choreography or anything.
"Hi. I'm Ross."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Taylor."
"Wonderful name. Okay so Taylor, did you stretch?"
"Umm no…" I was tempted to lie because stretching would be extremely awkward if he was gonna watch me.
It was like he read my mind because of what he said next. "I promise it won't be awkward. I just don't want you to get hurt so that's why we gotta stretch.
"Okay." I smiled. Ross plugged his phone into the speakers and Fall Out Boy's "Alone Together". I tried to ignore that this Ross kid and I were alone together and sat in a split.
It was a little weird because Ross was almost more flexible than I was. I did a couple backbends. As he walked back to his phone, I couldn't help but stare at him. He was wearing a light blue Neff beanie, dark blue shorts, a light blue Hollister shirt, and black hightop Converse.
"Taylor…." He said in a singsongy voice.
I snapped out of my daze.
"Hey. You okay?"
"Yeah. I was just thinking…"
"Oh. Cool. Okay so I was told to give you a ballet piece but I kinda wanted to make it a little edgy so the song is called Crazy Stupid Love (by Cheryl Cole) and it's kinda a fast-paced dance."
Ross taught me all the choreography. He was really funny but he got easily distracted. One minute, we'd be practicing and then the next moment, we'd be having a cartwheel contest. One of the moves was a backflip, where he'd catch me and then he'd spin me around while only holding onto my left foot. I was extremely frightened and worried that one of us would get hurt… primarily me…
I psyched myself out and sat on down on the bench in the corner of the HUGE studio.
"What if I kick you in the face or you accidentally drop me?"
"I won't let that happen. I swear on my life that I will NOT drop you." He said, his hazel eyes piercing into my soul.
"Okay but even though you're teaching me the choreography, who's actually gonna dance with me?"
"I am. The performance is on Friday so we gotta cram in a bunch of practices."
"Yassssssssssssss. I'm very okay with spending entire days with you and your gorgeous face."
Ross chuckled. "Oh really?" He raised an eyebrow. "Did you mean to say that aloud."
I looked down at my feet. "No. No I didn't."
Ross extended a hand to help me up. "It's all good. No worries."
He lifted my chin. "Let's grab something to eat and then come back and practice some more."
"Okay. Sounds good." I grinned.
"Yo I gotta go find my mommy. She texted me. Be back in a flash."
The fact that he used "yo" and "mommy" in the same sentence made me laugh. Just as Ross went out one door, five other kids came in another door. I stood very still by a rack of costumes. They must not have seen me cuz the tallest brunette started blasting Fifth Harmony's "BO$$" while dancing goofily to it. All the attractive boys started dancing around to the music while the poor blonde girl tried to get them to focus.
"GUYS! FOCUS! The thingy is on Friday." She said unplugging the funny guy's phone.
She plugged her phone in and the intro to Meghan Trainor's "Lips Are Movin" began. The beautiful girl stood in the center while the guys surrounded her. I watched them dance. It was very animated and it looked like they were really enjoying themselves. The blonde guy with sorta-kinda-not-really bangs looked back and saw me. I must of scared him because he awkwardly flailed his limbs and let out a high-pitched scream.
The rest of them turned around and approached me. Poop. I have to be social.
"Hi. I'm Rydel."
"Hi. I'm Taylor. Sorry, I scared you, Blondie."
He laughed. "That's okay."
They all introduced themselves and I found out that Ryland was the baby of the family (even though he had the deepest, hottest voice) and Ellington Ratliff wasn't actually related to them.
"So is Ross one of your siblings cuz Rocky looks like the brown-haired version of him…"
"Yeah. He's the second youngest." Rocky smiled. "I'm the middle child that constantly gets forgotten."
"Aww. That's not cool."
Ross burst into the room to find us all sitting on the floor chatting.
"Hey Tay-oh…."
"Heyo. It's Rossy Shor." Ellington announced.
Ross rolled his eyes and smiled at me. "Hey Taylor, wanna head across the street to grab somethin' to eat?"
"Sure." I said getting up and pulling my denim shorts over my dance shorts.
"Whoa der." Riker said playfully shielding his eyes.
I giggled and grabbed my shades.
"Bye guys. See ya later."
Ross took my hand in his and I almost fainted.
"Aww. That is so cute. Oh my gosh." Rydel squealed.
"Rossy and Taylor sittin' in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G."
Ross turned around and glared at Ryland who had began the taunting chant.
"First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage…." Riker added.
"Guys. No. Bye." Ross blushed.
I giggled and we headed out of the dance complex and into the sunshine.
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Oh my lands. I have like four Ross imagine requests queued up for me hahaha. Ya'll must think he's cute or somethin' hehe
Hope you like the first part Taylor :) Sorry about the typos. I got a little excited because dance xP