Choreographer

October, 2011

            I never got to stop being their personal dance instructor.  That day I volunteered to catch Ryeowook up on the dance moves for the upcoming song we were promoting, I was apparently volunteering for a permanent position.  I don’t mind through.  That’s my favorite thing to do in the whole wide world is dance. 

            “You two only have a month before SS4 starts,” I reminded them, when they both collapsed on the floor from exhaustion.

            “I miss Heechul,” Ryeowook complained, rolling onto his side in the fetal position.  Choco pranced over to him and began to the sweat off his face.

            “What does that have to do with anything?” I pointed out, although I already missed him as well and he’d only been gone one month.  I was terrified of what this would mean when Leeteuk left us. 

            “We need a break,” Kyuhyun pleaded.

            “You only have a month,” I repeated, although I did have plenty of time to work with them if they required it.  It was their schedules that were hard to work around usually. 

            There was a knock at the door and Donghae walked in, all smiles, and then frowned at seeing the maknaes on the floor.  “Going about as well as it usually does, I see.”

            I just gave him a pointed look and walked over to my water bottle.  Choco saw Donghae and just about wet herself in her excitement.  She nearly ran to him—but she’s a princess, so she doesn’t run—and he scooped her up in his arms and there was a mushy kissing scene. 

            “Did you come here to watch the fun or are you here to help?” I asked moodily.

            “Here to help,” Donghae said, setting down Choco and taking off his sweatshirt.  “Although it looks like you killed them already.  Why don’t you and I practice Oppa, Oppa for a few until they recuperate?”

            “That sounds like a wonderful plan,” Kyuhyun said, finally crawling over to the bench to get his water.  He then brought Ryeowook’s over to him.  “Dance with Hae for a while.”

            “Fine.  Scoot off the dance floor, maknaes.  You have to imagine that there’s a bunch of backup dancers with us,” I informed them, digging through my cds until I found the right one and put it into the player. 

            Kyuhyun looked up from his seat on the floor, Ryeowook’s head in his lap.  “Wait…do you actually know how to dance to this whole song already?”

            “Of course!” Donghae said, getting into his start position as the music came on.  “We live for this sort of thing.  We even have variances on it already.  But let’s just do the regular version, Hyuk.”

            I nodded, standing off to the side since I don’t come onto the stage immediately.  Donghae began to sing and dance then—although he was really just mouthing the words like we usually do in practice—and the maknaes were watching us with some interest because this was the first time they’d ever heard or seen the song performed before. 

            I rather enjoy the song.  I think it’s a good fit for us.  Someone in marketing was actually thinking for a change.  In all honesty, they probably couldn’t let