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The Next step dance studio, meant so much to so many people. It had been home to generations of dancers who's passions, sweat and tears had once occupied the room. That drive to succeed and push forwards remained cemented into the walls and the lively atmosphere lingered in the air. It was a surreal environment whether dancers were active or not, there would always be a trace that they had once been there. Whether it be a new mark on the floor, a discarded, faded ballet shoe left on a shelf or a smudge left on the mirror, they were always there.

As Miss Kate opened up the studio for another term of dance, she noticed everything that had remained the same.  a rush if adrenaline poured through her, recalling the years that she had once been a student in the building. She simply couldn't wait to see all of her own students back inside the halls. She couldn't wait for the atmosphere to be thick with energy again. She couldn't wait for this year, because this year she would get them to regionals.

"My name is Kate and I became the owner of The Next Step dance studio because my mom was the previous owner. I mean, I grew up in the studio. It's my one true passion." —Kate

She could only smile more when she was joined by Chris. He was more like a brother to her than a choreographer, it was just a plus that he was and felt like both. He had an incredible energy with the students and she sometimes felt like he held the spirit of the studio in his hands.

"I am head choreographer here. That means that I teach the kids all their competition routines, and I pretty much oversee all the administrative work."
—Chris

"Maybe we'll make it to Nationals this year." Chris spoke ambitiously. They had the talent in their grasp they just needed to use it in the right ways.

Kate was quick to slow him down. "Ok, hold your horses. Let's focus on regionals first, okay?" She suggested with a smile, happy to see how enthusiastic the man was already. Although for some reason she did not doubt that they would get there.

Chris smiled and held his hands up in defence, mock backing away from the woman. "Okay, regionals, regionals, regionals." He repeated as he did so.

"It takes blood, sweat and tears to win Regionals, and I know we have the ability and I know our kids are talented enough, and I know they want to win as well."—Kate

"You ready?" Chris turned to the woman, rubbing his hands together excitedly.

Kate took in a deep breath and took a final look around the currently empty room before she nodded. "Let's do this." The woman grinned with equal enthusiasm.

"Alright." Chris clapped. "Let's do it." He echoed.

And just like that, the doors to Studio A opened and in walked everyone who possibly wanted to try and make it onto the competing team that year. Gym bags swung over all their shoulders and bottles of cold water in everyone's grasp, they welcomed the competition proudly.

"The Next Step Dance Studio is a highly competitive dance studio. So a lot of the elite dancers come here and we're pretty well known for how amazing we are." —Emily

Kiara was filled with a fresh smile and a brand new motivation as she entered the studio alongside her best friend. It was undeniable that she didn't have as much energy as him—not that it was even possible. Her bad was slung over her shoulder as the pair made their way over to the corner of the room and dropped their bags and water down.

West threw his arm over the girls shoulder with a grin, looking up towards the ceiling of the studio. "Relax. If your stressed, just look up at the ceiling and imagine it's not there." The boy spoke, wafting his hand around to gesture to the roof.