The Spark

Teagan

“4.5.6.7.8. Okay, good job guys! One more time and we can call it a day.” I signal for Michele to restart the music clip. Michele’s “Sweet Dreams” mix comes over the speaker again. This will be a song mixed between Sweet Dreams, Lose Control and I Need Your Love once we finish this dance. “And 5.6.7.8.” I count off. They are really coming along and I think we should have this dance down and finished before the end of the day next Friday. We get this and one other than I am working on putting together and we’ll be able to start organizing this show for the end of the month. We finish and I dismiss the class. Michele cuts off her equipment and comes over to me. “I think that went really well.” “Yep! We should have it down next week, I think, then we can move on to the last number. That will give us 2 weeks to get it organized for the show.” I replied. She says, “We should go get ready.”

After a long week of classes, I didn’t really feel like a night out but we made a pact not long after my parents died to always take the first Friday night of the month to spend together and Ciara’s choice this month was a night out at a local club. Together, Michele and I head upstairs to change. Ciara is coming out of the bathroom just as we make it to the top of the stairs. “Hey girls.” She says as she disappears into the closet. Michele grins then shoots into the bathroom before I realize it. “Hey! No fair!” I say. “Sorry Tea, I’ll help do your hair when I get done though.” That’s really not a bad consolation prize for going last, even though I’ll end up with cold water about halfway through my shower. Michele is always good at making my hair look AMAZING. While Michele is in the shower, I follow Ciara into the closet, which was a room before we remodeled it into a huge closet, because three girls in one house.. You get the picture. Plus, this house is huge. Mama and Daddy left it to me in their will along with a good sum of life insurance and I didn’t have the heart to get rid of it and move away so we turned it into a dance academy. Our rooms are upstairs, along with the closet room, 5 guest rooms, and 2 more bathrooms. We all use one bathroom since it’s closest to our room, I guess. Downstairs has the lounge, a game room, a huge kitchen and dining room, a recording studio, 2 more bedrooms and we turned the basement into the dance studio.

Once I enter the closet, I see Ciara holding up two outfits while looking into one of the floor-length mirrors, a silver spaghetti strap tight dress that hits mid-thigh and a black tube top with a red mini skirt. Ciara is tall, thin and blonde, the type to get away wearing with anything. “I like the silver dress personally, it goes great with your tan and blonde hair.” I say when she spins around with the outfits. “Thanks Tea! You should wear this other one with those heels you got at the outlets the other day.” At 5’3”, I didn’t have Ciara or Michele’s 5’9” height, but the heels definitely helped. I take the outfit back to my room and pull out my heels.

Once Michele opened the door to the bathroom, I called out to her. “What were you doing in there?! You took ALL day.” She laughed on her way by, “Impatient, are we?” We’ve always given each other hell over getting ready. I was just ready to get out and back so I could get up in the morning to go run. There was this hot guy that just started running the same path I do Wednesday and I was determined to talk to him tomorrow. I hurry in the bathroom to get a quick shower and after a short deliberation, I decide to shave my legs too. Once done, I blow dried my hair and threw on some makeup, I do try to keep it light normally. I open the bathroom door just as Dansby, Michele’s boyfriend of 2 years, comes up the stairs. “Hey Teagan!” My near nakedness doesn’t even phase him. He’s been devoted to Michele since she literally ran into him at the grocery store a few years ago. She told me as soon as she looked up, she felt that spark and he must have felt it too because he’s been around ever since. “Hey Dansby!” “I thought you would have been done already.” “Well, I am a girl, you know, we are never on time.” “Yeah, yeah,” he laughed. I head to my room to get dressed. Ciara is in there doing her hair. “Teagan, that outfit just begs for a smokey eye,” Ciara says glancing at me in the mirror as she finishes her hair. She gets up and pulls me over. As she is doing my makeup, Michele and Dansby comes in and Michele starts on my hair. We gossip about the week and pick on Dansby a little then eventually all head down to pile into Dansby’s truck to head to the club.

Club 504 is our local dance club. It has 3 levels with all different types of music. Country on bottom, Pop in the middle and R & B on the top floor. We head for the 2nd level. Once there, we grab a table while Dansby and Michele go grab drinks. Once we have had a few shots, I feel it, that spark, as someone passes by. However, when I turn around, I can’t tell who it was. It’s gotten so packed in here that you can barely move much. I look for a few minutes to see then convince myself that maybe the shots of Jack are getting to me already. I turn back to the table to take another and say, “Who’s ready to go dance?”