Your Arms Feel Like Home

John smiled and they went through the motions. They were going to have go quicker on some parts but for now, this would goo. The contemporary jazz dance was going to be ten times harder for Randy and John knew it.

Randy was thankful when they were done with the dance. They had done good. Well, Randy had done good. John was great. Randy was just lad he got through it.

"Your a good dancer." John said with a smile. "And you didn't step on my feet. So that's a plus... I'm just worried about the jazz dance." he said, biting his lip.

"I'm a fast learner. We'll get it. Calm down. We've got this dance practically downpacked. It's the first night. We've got time," Randy said.

John nodded. "So long as your flexible, loose, and can be quick with the moves I think you'll do fine." he said.

"I'm flexible. As for loose, I can probably do it. But quick? I'm rather large. All I can do is try my best," Randy replied.

"Can you do a split?" John asked.

"No," Randy said immediately. He was flexible, but not that flexible.

"Well, your gonna learn." John said firmly.

Randy looked at him. "No," he repeated. "My body was not made for that."

"It's not hard. A little stretching... little pain and some heat pads... and you'll be good to go." John said with a smile. "Okay, fine no splits. But you better earn the spins." He huffed.

"Spins I can do, splits are where I cross the line," Randy said, chuckling.

John smiled. "Good. Now get on your toes." he said.

"I thought it was knees. Getting on my toes wouldn't help much, since I'm not up to your waist," Randy joked with a smirk. Just because he wasn't ready to have sex with John didn't mean he wouldn't joke.

John glared. "I'm laughing in the inside." He snapped, slapping Randy's arm. "On your toes, back straight, legs straight, don't falter." He instructed, grabbing Randy's hips and lifting him up on his toes, and pushing his back up straight.

"Oh, lighten up," Randy rolled his eyes, getting into position.

"So long as you don't tease me, we'll be perfectly fine." John said, standing next Randy to get in position.

Randy sighed and waited for instruction from John.

John instructed Randy through a simple spins, slowly and gradually teaching him easier and different way to do it so they could add speed. If Randy was to keep up with a group of professional dancers, he needed to know as much as possible.

Randy did what John told him, getting frustrated in certain parts and feeling accomplished in others.

John smiled as he watched Randy. "For someone as tall as a tree, you're very fluid." He said as he watched Randy.

"I'm not sure how to take that. t was kind of a backhanded comment," Randy chuckled as he stopped to take a breather.

John chuckled. "I guess so. Next time we practice. we'll do it at my place. There's a specific lift you need to learn." He said, turning off the song to the routine, which was Dreaming WIth A Broken Heart by John Meyer.

"Okie dokie," Randy said lamely as he sat on his couch and rested his long legs.

John glanced at the time. "Well, I should go home. I got practice early tomorrow. I'd ask to you to come along and meet the others, but I'm not sure if you want to." He said, playing with this hair.