Chapter Eight

"Yes, that's a good idea." She mused.
"Ready to get back to work?"
"I guess." She got back on her feet and they did more aerobics. When the class was over, Diana sat on the chair Mackie had sat in last week.
"Wow. What a work out. Look at you. You're barely even sweating." Whitney smiled in response. "Would you mind if you tought the boys to dance?" Whitney looked at her watch. Two minutes to ten. Another hour...
"Suppose, but are you sure they want to dance? I mean, when you suggested it, they got out pretty fast."
"If you know some cool hip hop moves, but that doesn't matter. I'll go get them." She left the room to get them while Whitney looked through her collection of c.d.'s to find one with a great beat. Ten minutes later, Diana was pushing Zac in the room, and he was fighting back with all his strength. Walker was dragging Taylor and Isaac. They wern't fighting, because they knew it was no use. Walker and Diana got them in far enough in the room so they could get out and lock the door. Watching the whole scene reminded Whitney of trying to give cats a bath.
"Come on guys. It won't be so bad."
"Boys aren't supposed to dance." Zac pouted.
"You know what? You're absoulotely right. Only men dance." They all shook their heads. "Fine. Be babies. Then I'll practice by myself." She switched the player on and sat down to stretch, again. Sliding into the straddle splits, she tried to coax them over. "Just at least come sit with me." Isaac came trudging over, then sat down in front of her.
"I don't see how this will benifit us."
"Dancing skills come in handy when you want to take a girl out on a date."
"I suppose. But only for that reason. You're not gonna teach that stuff you're teaching Jess and Avie, are you?" Isaac asked wearilly.
"No, unless you want me to."
"No, no, that's, okay. How bout you just show me hip hop and slow dance." A slow smile appeared on his lips.
"Fine, but you have to stretch first, because you don't want to hurt yourself. I did that once. Tore my hamstring. Couldn't walk for a month."
"How'd you do that?"
"I wasn't stretched enough for a competition, and when I slid into the splits in front of the whole place, I felt a pop, my leg went numb. I finished the dance, which was a miracle. I watched the tape later to see how bad it looked, but you couldn't tell. I had to be carried off the stage. I've never been in so much pain. Never make that mistake again."
"So you're not stretching like that to show off?!" Taylor asked, surprised.
"Of course not. Why would I show off?" She asked innocently. They were kind of cute, so why not?
"I dunno." Whiteny turned her attention back to Isaac.
"So it's hip hop and slow dance huh?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. Now try to do what I do as best you can. You need to be fully stretched." She leaned over her left leg, and so did Isaac. Zac and Taylor started to laugh. Whitney looked directly at them, warning them with a look, and they stopped immediately. "I'd kick you out if you didn't live here. You're brother has more guts than you do. At least he's trying. Please don't laugh. Of course he's not gonna be as flexable, he hasn't been dancing since he was three."
"Three??!!" They all exclaimed.
"That's how old Mackie is!" Taylor said.
"Come on. Just give it a try. You don't have to like it, just give it a try." They slowly got up and came over.
"Nobody said we'll like it." Taylor warned.
"You don't have to. Just try. Reach forward." They all reached as far as they could. "So what do you guys want to learn?" Whitney looked at Zac and Taylor. They exchanged glances.
"Slow dancing." They answered togeather.
"How many dances are you doing now?" Isaac suddenly asked her.
"Um...six, seven, maybe, around there?"
"Can you do one for us?" Zac questioned.
"How 'bout if you agree to do this again next week. I'll do it then, kay?"
"Sure." Then someone knocked on the door.
"Come in." Taylor called. Diana opened the door.

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