“Not sure if you noticed or not, but I'm kind of a fan,” she says, stepping away from me finally. She grabbed a shirt from the nearby couch and pulled it on.
“You’re a fan of me?” I ask, shocked. I felt like I was malfunctioning.
“Hell, yeah, gorgeous,” she smiles. “The way you dance is so captivating that I may have binged all of your videos in one sitting. You got skills for real. Do you dance professionally?”
“No,” I shook my head. “I mean, it’s a dream of mine, but up until a few days ago, I was just your average office worker. I do teach dance classes on the side, though.”
“Well, you could definitely hold your own with the best of them,” she nodded. She continued to stare at me like she was trying to commit every inch of my body to memory. I’d be lying if I said that it wasn’t getting me a little hot and bothered. “Have you ever done any auditions?”
“Oh, uh, a few, but they didn’t work out,” I admitted.
I was suddenly hit by a wave of less-than-happy memories of all the times I’d gotten sabotaged by jealous friends in the past whenever I got auditions. I stopped going on them altogether because the trauma would always come back up. I knew that I had to break free of that if I ever wanted to pursue this career path, but it was hard.
“Hey, cutie, where’d you go?” Dawn asked softly, pulling me back to the present. I glanced at her, and she smiled softly. She pulled out her phone and handed it to me. I looked up at her, confused. “I’m holding auditions soon to pick dancers for my upcoming tour, and I’d love it if you could come help me do so.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” I chuckle nervously. “You wantmeto helpyouchoose dancers for yourtour?” She nods. “Wouldn’t I have to audition too?”
“Now, why would the head dancer need to audition?” She smiles. “That’s if you want to be, of course. No pressure.”
My first instinct was to ask her a million questions, the main one being “why me?” But I could hear Ginger in the back of my head telling me not to sell myself short. This was the opportunity that I’d been waiting for, and I’d be a fool to pass it up. So, I tookmy second leap of faith this week and followed my heart like I’d always been scared to do.
“I’d love to,” I told her, and her smile only brightened. I took her phone, saved my number, then handed it back.
“Amazing,” she said, staring down at my contact info. “My manager will be in touch soon with the contract, and then we can have a meeting and go from there. How does that sound?”
“It sounds so surreal, but I’m all in,” I nod as someone knocks on the door, signaling that it’s time for her to go on.
“Perfect,” she smiles. “I can’t wait to work with you. I have a feeling that we’re going to be really good friends.”
She winked before exiting the room, leaving me alone with a million emotions to sort through. Was I really about to go on tour with one of the hottest R&B artists and be in charge of her choreography? That one video had changed my life, and I’m so glad that I let Ginger talk me into doing it. I owed her big time.
CHAPTER 4
Intrigued By A Dancer.
Dawn Anderson - August 19th, 2025
I stared down at the contact information with a smile on my face. I still couldn’t believe that I’d gotten Raine’s number. I mean, she hadn’t given it to mejust because, but I still felt accomplished that I had it. Had I used it yet? No. I didn’t want her to think I had a crush on her or something…even though I knew that it was true. I didn’t want to scare her off before I even got a chance to get to know her.
So for now, I was going to keep things strictly work-related.
Which was going to be harder than ever because damn…she was so fine. She was beautiful, curvy, and had a smile that could break hearts. When we finally met in my dressing room a few days ago, she smelled so good and looked so soft that I had to resist the urge to pull her closer for a hug. I could feel myself slowly becoming obsessed with her, something I’d never experienced before.
I’ve been dating off and on since I first realized I was pansexual at 14, but I’d never experienced a pull quite like the one I felt when I was around Raine. I couldn’t put my finger on why I was so drawn to her, but I’d been thinking about her nonstop since that day.
I wasn’t sure how to explain it, but she also seemed so familiar to me, almost like we’d met before in a past life or something. When I thought about her, everything troubling me became irrelevant. Was she some kind of witch or something? I don’t know, but what Ididknow was that I wanted to know everything about her. I had to see her again soon, even if only to talk about the tour.
Speaking of the tour, it was now public knowledge that I would be going on a 15-stop US tour from October to the end of November. Tickets went on sale yesterday, and they’d sold out in a matter of minutes for most of the dates. I still couldn’t believe that so many people were that interested in seeing me perform, but I didn’t take it for granted. I knew I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for the fans who supported me when I was still only getting 200 views per video.
I sigh contentedly before pulling my attention back to the meeting that was happening before me. My team and I had been gathered for the last three hours, going over all of the details of the schedule for the next few months. I was going to be pretty busy well into the new year, so we had a lot of stuff to iron out. Starting with auditions for the backup dancers.
“So, just for an update, Raine Williams signed the contract, and she’ll be coming in later today to start working on the routine that the dancers will have to learn.” My aunt stated. “We had over a thousand applicants, but we were able to narrow it down to 300. We’re estimating that we’ll need about 15 dancers altogether, and that’s including Raine, so it’s going to be competitive.”
“Can I sit in on the auditions?” I asked.
Everyone’s head turned towards me, surprise written all over their faces. Yeah, it made sense, knowing that in the past, I’d never been interested in any of the auditions. I trusted the people I hired and their choices, but this was different. I wouldgive anything to see Raine in action. I knew that she could lead a group of people, but I wanted to be with her every step of the way. Was I overly invested? Maybe, but I didn’t care. I wanted to experience every side of Raine Williams whenever I could.
“You feelin' alright, Dawnie?” My tour manager, Marco, asks. “Usually, you hate sitting in on auditions.”
