#alex and reggie did NOT get the fit memo

[snogards]

Why does no one ever talk about the fact that Julie and Luke are lowkey matching in Edge of Great

[ioncewaspoison-ivy]

I Wanna Dance With Somebody Pt. 1 (Charlie Gillespie x fem! reader)

Author: Alex / @ioncewaspoison-ivy

Summary: charlie gillespie x fem! reader; dancer/dance teacher au. this is a working idea—as in i’m not totally clear on the direction it would take—that was in my head that i just had to write down. probably gonna be a part two, or i’ll just delete it. takes place in vancouver during rehearsals/filming.

Word Count: 1.3k+

Warnings: none that i can think of other than i wrote this in two sittings and didn’t beta it.

You were so concentrated on working through this one sequence of choreo that you didn’t even look up when you heard what sounded like several people come through the door.

It was slow time on the weekend, so you figured it was just some students looking to see if they could snag a studio for some extra practice.

You were so concentrated that the three pairs of eyes now looking at you didn’t even register.

It wasn’t until Zach, the manager of the studio, walked through the door of Studio A that your bubble of concentration burst.

It only took one look at the expression on his face to realize that your peaceful studio time was gonna be cut short.

“I hate to do this to you, Y/N, because I know you’re trying to get through this choreo, but could you possibly use one of the smaller studios the rest of the time? I’ll clear someone else out if I have to,” said Zach, pleading evident in his voice.

“Yeah, I guess,” you replied. “Can I ask why?”

“Kenny Ortega is working on some new Netflix show that’s clearly filming in Vancouver and they had some electrical accident happen at their space so they need a place to rehearse.”

“Wow. That’s cool I guess. Don’t know how they found us though.”

“Me either, but Kenny freakin’ Ortega!” Zach, responded, clearly trying not to squeal.

“Yeah, yeah,” you said, smiling and rolling your eyes at your friend’s excitement.

You both turned to see several pairs of eyes now staring at you.

“I’ll take that as my cue to leave,” you said, slipping off your shoes and gathering up your stuff. “Is studio C okay?”

“Yeah,” Zach said, throwing you a key.

You caught it, and walked down the hall past the crowd of people to your destination. You again failed to noticed three pairs of eyes following you.

You had just settled into a groove again when there was a knock on the door.

“Zach I swear to god,” you started, turning around and noticing he wasn’t alone. A man who you guessed to be Kenny Ortega was standing out in the hall behind him.

“Yeah yeah I know, but, you see, the dancers clearly didn’t get the memo about the floors having been polished recently, and one of them twisted their ankle and they need a stand in and they asked me if there was anyone around,” Zach said, all in one breath.

“Slow down there buddy,” you said, laughing.

“You have to do it, Y/N” Zach replied. “I won’t take no for an answer.”

“You know that hasn’t been my thing for a long time now,” you whispered back.

“It wouldn’t be for too long, I promise, but I can’t continue rehearsing this dance one short,” Mr. Ortega piped in.

You smiled and nodded at him, and turned to shoot a “you’re lucky I’m too nice to kill you right now” glare at Zach. Your friend simply beamed back at you.

You slipped into sneakers and followed Zach and Mr. Ortega back to Studio A. On your way there you noticed a girl and a boy practicing a duet in Studio B.

You walked into Studio A, and Mr. Ortega called out for two people named Tori and Savannah.

Two girls turned their heads in response from where they were stretching on the floor.

“This is Y/N. She’s gonna help us out by standing in for Sofia while she’s getting her ankle looked at.”

The two girls greeted you, and then turned to their director for instructions.

“Will you two, along with Paul while we have him, teach her the section that we’re working on starting to incorporate Owen into?”

A blonde guy sitting against the mirror at the front of the studio perked up at that. You also noticed the brunette sitting next to him, who was still looking at his phone.

“Yeah sure,” the brunette, Savannah, said, leading you to a spot on the floor.

You noticed her wearing a shirt that said Julie and the Phantoms on it and assumed that must be the name of the show.

“‘All Eyes On Me’ ladies let’s go,” said the guy introduced as Paul said, turning everyone’s attention to the front of the room.

Once you got a feel for things, you picked up on the choreography pretty quickly.

After about an hour of rehearsing with just the girls, a five minute break was called.

“When we come back, it’s Owen’s time to shine,” Paul said, waggling his eyebrows at the blonde sitting at the front.

“You ready for this Owen?” you heard Savannah call teasingly.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” the guy, Owen, said back.

As you grabbed a sip of water and stretched out your legs, Owen and the other guy who had been sitting with him came up to you.

“Hey Y/N, we didn’t get to formally meet before rehearsal started, but I’m Owen. I play Alex on the show.”

You took the hand he held out to you.

“And I’m Jeremy. I play Reggie. Thanks for helping us out today. Sorry if we pulled you away from something important.”

You shook Jeremy’s hand too.

“Yes, thank you” Owen echoed. “I’m not much of dancer but it would’ve made it even more confusing to do it without the right number of people.”

“No problem,” you said, giving them a small smile. “It’s nice to meet you both.”

“Alrighty people that’s 5,” Paul called, the sound of a phone timer going off accompanying him.

Despite not being one of the actual dancers, you could feel the number starting to coming together based on the looks that the director and choreographer gave the group as the day went on.

At one point, the guy and girl who had been rehearsing something separately slipped into watch.

He was cute, real cute, you thought briefly, before squashing that thought down. You could feel him watching you, but you were able to concentrate.

At around 6pm, Paul called time. “Go home and get some rest some rest because we’ll be back to finish this off tomorrow.”

“Back tomorrow?” you said to yourself, groaning internally. So much for having the studio to yourself.

You gathered up your stuff and started to file out of the studio after everyone else, getting stopped by some people who thanked you again, including Paul and Mr. Ortega.

Before you could get out the door, the boy and girl who had been watching from the back stopped you.

“Hey, Y/N. I’m Charlie. We didn’t get to meet earlier because I was off rehearsing a different number. From what I saw though you looked good out there. Thanks for helping out.”

“Oh it was no problem,” you said, turning your attention to the girl in an attempt not to blush.

“I’m Madison. And yeah, you seemed to fit right in. We appreciate the help. Owen can be hopeless.”

“Hey!” Owen called out indignantly.

“Am I wrong?” Madison replied, sass dripping from her words.

“Well….no,” Owen said, turning his attention back to his phone.

“Well, we’ll see you tomorrow?” Charlie said, almost sounding inquisitive.

“Yeah I’ll probably be here,” you said.

Charlie gave you a big smile before jogging to catch up with his castmates.

You turned around to see Zach giving you a knowing look.

“Sooo how was it?” he asked.

“It was actually kind of fun,” you begrudgingly admitted.

“Be moody all you want but it sure earned us a nice payday plus money for costumes potentially,” Zach said in a sing song voice. “Oh, and how about that Charlie guy?”

“I’m leaving now,” you said, dumping the studio keys on the counter before walking out the door.

Later that night, back at your apartment, you may have spent a decent chunk of time googling the show, and specifically Charlie, but nobody needed to know.

Little did you know Charlie was doing the same thing back at his and Owen’s place.