"Ok now, is everyone in position?" called out Fatima.

Indeed we were--all sixteen of us. We were paired off, facing one another in the traditional ballroom dance stature. This was going to make one interesting video, especially since we weren't dancing to traditional ballroom music.

I felt weird. I had never been on a video set before, much less actually be IN one. There were several cameras positioned around us ready to film.

"Action! Yelled out Nigel the director.

We were given three starting beats when the music started up. For a while there I concentrated on executing the dance steps. "Step two three four and turn two three four," I thought to myself. Just then this weird looking camera that was moving toward Nick and I caught my attention. Before I could stop myself I was looking directy at the camera. Then I realized that I was off beat. I had messed up royally. "Cut!" screamed Nigel. "From the top please!" he said authoritively. I blushed right down to my toes.

Nick must have notice "don't worry about it Selena, it happens all of the time."

The second take was no better. This time it was Candy and Kevin laughing at some private joke. They looked cute together. I made a mental note to myself to tell Candy.

"Wow, I guess we're having a bad day huh?" I asked after the fourth cut.

"Naw this is normal."

We were nearing the final steps, and as the couples broke up and grape-vined into the center of the room I heard a funny splintery cracking noise come from the ceiling. I looked up and noticed the disco ball on the ceiling was about to fall. In one split second I gathered up all of my stregnth and heaved Nick and I to the floor out of the range of the light. I was laying on top of him in the most embaressing position.

"Are you wiggin' out or something?" he asked.

I didn't have time to answer before it came crashing down onto the floor, right where we were standing.

"What the Hell is going on?" screamed Nigel.

Everyone gathered around us as we resituated ourselves.

I watched Nick as the realization of what could have happened appeared in his face.

"I'm gonna sue this place!" he hollered in a mad fury.

"Frack, man it was only an accident. No one was hurt," Brian said in an effort to comfort.

I crouched down to examine what was left of the ball. Instantly I looked up at Brian and gave the slightest shake of my head.

He bent down to check out what I noticed. The wire that held it to the ceiling had been cut. If you looked closely you could see where it was cut and then where it broke off.

Brian swallowed and met my eyes with an equally grave expression.

We were both thinking the same thing. This was no accident. Someone had cut it!