Love The Way You Lie

Emerson Carter walked into the old, grimy room she and her dance company rehearsed in. It was only five minutes from her apartment building which was equally as gross. She was really just happy to have a place to live and money to be able to eat.

Moving out to Los Angeles was one of the hardest things she had to go through, but now that she is a respected hip hop dancer, she's settling in nicely.

Emerson has even been in a few music videos. Machine Gun Kelly is one of her best friends and he always asks her to be in his videos. Along with him, Chris Brown, Pitbull, Eminem, she's been in tons of their video's.

She was alluring with her bright blue eyes, brown and blonde hair, and creamy pale skin littered with horror movie themed tattoos. Emerson looked nothing like a hip hop dancer should and that's why she was so highly requested. But even with all the gigs she had been getting lately, it was barely enough to meet the rent of her grimey apartment in the slums of Hollywood.

It was a one room loft. Her bed was literally four feet from her couch and the walls were an exposed brick. She'd tried to spice the place up a bit with her interest in gothic interior design but it still looks like a dump.

Before MGK got so big he used to live with Emerson. They were best friends, both bonded by the love of rap and rock music. They never had anything romantic, but he moved out before anything could happen anyway. Though Emerson was never shy to admit that she had a huge crush on Kelly and probably always would. He was just her type. Tall, muscular, tattooed and all together beautiful. He could rap his ass off too, which really turned Emerson on. Lead singers were hot but there was something about a rapper that made her heart melt. Plus they could probably deal with how informal she was. She had tried to date rich and proper guys in the past but it never worked out. They were always too..controlling. Emerson couldn't stand to be controlled. It's her biggest pet peeve.

"Aye, EVC's here!" Emerson's partner Juan called. He was a short, tattooed, guy. He started her nick name EVC because her full name was Emerson Vale Carter. He thought it sounded more 'gangster'.

"Hey." Emerson laughed.

"E, were working on Talk Dirty To Me today." The director of the company, Juli Garret, said. Juli was like Emerson's mother. She was a tan, forty-three year old woman, with blonde hair and green eyes. Her shoulder displayed an old tattoo of her own name that Emerson constantly made fun of. But all in a joking manner. Juli was the closest thing she had to family since her own practically disowned her for not going to college. She never see's her family, not that her or her parents and siblings really cared.

"Sounds good." Emerson said, throwing her bag down in the corner. The best thing about hip hop was that she could wear a pair of sweats, a sports bra, her favorite studded, flat rimmed hat, and DC sneakers and that was all that was needed.

Emerson grew up a ballet dancer but when she saw a hip hop show at her local theme park she became obsessed and basically taught herself every move. Then, she found a studio in her small town in Kentucky and dropped ballet to focus on mostly hip hop but also modern, and jazz. Then she moved out to Los Angeles where she met MGK and found Juli's company.

"So how are you doing, E? Good?" Juli asked, popping in a CD.

"Alright, is it possible that my apartment became more disgusting?" Emerson groaned.

"Only if you made it that way! My god you are so much trouble!" She laughed, "I want to hang out tomorrow, mall my dear daughter?"

"Yes please!" Emerson exclaimed, "We need some bonding time!"

"You two are so weird." Juan laughed, "You come from opposites sides of the country yet.."

"She's my daughter from another mother..and father. Stop ruining our fun, Juan!" Juli laughed and Emerson ran over to her. They hugged and Juan shook his head.

"You do kind of look alike.." He said.

"Hell yeah! I hope I look as good as you when I'm forty, mama!" Emerson said, happily.

"Why thank you, now get your ass out on that dance floor!"

She heard Jason Derulo's voice begin to fill the room and sighed happily. It was just her and Juan rehearsing today but usually there was a full company made up of about twelve dancers at the studio space.

She and Juan started dancing and she felt the whole world fall away. Everything. Her feelings for
Kelly, financial problems, her life felt complete when she danced.

The music made her happy. Rock was what got her through the day, but hip hop was what got her through the night. Going clubbing was her favorite pass time other than dance. Usually her and Kelly went together but he's been so busy lately she hasn't seen him in days. Which is an eternity for the best friends.

These days she's been going out with a few other girls from her company. Victoria, and Lea. Both beautiful. Both not afraid to show a little more skin than Emerson. That's her problem. Going out with Vic and Lea meant she was never going to meet a guy. Not that she wanted too. Kelly was the only guy ever on her mind.

But dear Emerson had no idea, that was going to change.

Notes

And the story starts;)