Nope. That was insane.
He wondered how much more of this fakery his signature meant that he’d agreed to do.
Three more interviews later, where he’d basically repeated the same false enthusiasm, he finally found Bailey in the green room. She was talking with her friend Coco again, and he slumped into a seat next to her.
Coco glanced at him, arching an eyebrow, which he met with a look of his own. She was Bailey’s friend, and he didn’t want to interrupt, but his stomach had felt queasy all day, and he really needed to talk to Bailey and find out exactly what all of this meant.
“I think somebody wants to talk to you,” Coco finally said, before air-kissing Bailey a goodbye.
Good to know his death glare still worked.
“Hey you.” Bailey smiled at him. “How did all your interviews go?”
“I did not realize just what would be involved.” He groaned. “This is crazy.”
Her nose wrinkled. “Yeah, I know it’s a lot, but it’s only for a little while.”
That’s right. A notch of peace edged his heart. Only another day or so then he’d be done.
“Then we’ll be back in Winnipeg and the real work begins.”
“What?”
Her forehead furrowed. “This is the easy part. It’s learning the dancing that’s going to be the harder thing.”
No. He really wanted to whine like a little kid. “It’s too late to pull out now, isn’t it?”
“Come on. You’ll manage. You’re not scared of a little challenge, are you?”
When she put it like that… “No.”
“Good.”
Her smile arrowed straight through him, giving him courage for the next part of the day. “So, what’s happening now?”
“Didn’t you check your schedule?”
Clearly not. He’d gotten so many emails from the producers in the past forty-eight hours it’d take a year to read through them all.
“We’ve got one more interview together, then it’s a night off, then we’re back early for the morning show tomorrow, then it’s a meet and greet but with all the cast and crew, and then we’ll fly home.”
He sighed. “I didn’t realize just how much would be involved.”
“I don’t think anyone did. Coco has been great in giving me some advice, but I’m looking forward to going back and actually getting the headspace to get this process started.”
“What do you have to do?”
“Apart from figure out the choreo—”
“Corrie?”
“The choreography, the dance movements, for the music we’ve been given.”
“They give us music? We don’t get to pick?”
“We get given the dance we’re supposed to do, whether it’s a waltz or foxtrot or jive—”
He groaned.
“What?”
“I’ve only heard of one of those,” he confessed.
“Well, by the time I’m done with you, you’ll be able to do them all.”
Huh. He leaned back in his chair. “You might look all sweet and innocent, but you’re a bit of a spitfire, aren’t you?”
Her head tilted. “Is that a good thing?”
“It’s a great thing.”
She bit her lip, then nodded and slowly smiled. “Well, Luc Blanchard, we better find someone around here who can get that on tape, because I think you’ll need to remember that.”
“Is this you getting sassy, huh?”
“Oh, Luc, you’ve got no idea.”
CHAPTER 5
