Joey Parker, scans the dance studio. Watching each student dance with soft analyzing eyes. He nods his head to the music, which happens to be his own song "Just That Girl". He finds his eyes constantly being drawn to you.

He steps closer turning his head towards the mirror to watch how you look at your face. You're concentrated, locked in on the music and how your body moves with the song. The way your hair whips in ponytail and your heels tap on the wood flooring. Damn they're tall too.

He bits his lips and moves behind you. He starts to dance with you. But he doesn't touch you, just moves with your body with about a foot between you to. But he can still feel the heat radiating off you, and the butterflies flutter in his stomach. When he sees you can manage to keep up, he decides to throw a curve ball.

Suddenly, as the song ends. He grabs your waist spins you into his other hand. Then does it again and bends down to dip you. Unsurprisingly you move with him with with excellent fluidity. He smirks down at you and nods his head.

"Okay...not bad...not bad at all." He helps you back up and moves back to the front of the classroom with a few claps of his hands. He has his tongue in his cheek.