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Where two friends decide to overstep boundaries to get over their exes.
𝐀𝐕𝐀 ( 𝐍𝐎𝐇 𝐉𝐈𝐇𝐘𝐄) - After her fallout with her best friend, it seemed like her life had taken a turn for the worse. Despite her successful...
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𝐀𝐕𝐀-
"One two three four," I counted, watching my dance partners struggle to keep up with my moves as the music blared through the studio. Even though I tried to lead them through the routine in slow motion, I couldn't help but notice the countless mistakes.
"No, no," I interjected, trying to keep my frustration in check. "You've got to really feel the rhythm." Did they struggle to move slowly or did they struggle to understand simple words?
Stepping forward, I grabbed my phone and replayed the section of the song, counting along with the beat. With each move, I made sure to really highlight the simplicity and fluidity of the choreography.
"Clap, match the steps, turn to the side, drag out," I instructed, hoping to make it seem easier than it actually was.
We were dancing to the song "Best Friend," and I was collaborating on a choreography with my close friend Gia, although she was on a smoke break right now. While I wasn't officially a dance teacher, I loved creating choreographies, striving for perfection in every routine. If my dances turned out good, I was usually allowed to teach them.
Glancing at the clock, I realized we only had three minutes left in our rehearsal. Despite the hour we had already spent, they still struggled with the first twenty seconds of the routine, pissing me off a little bit.
"Okay, guys," I announced, adjusting my cap as I surveyed the room. "One last time, and then we'll call it a day. We can try again tomorrow."
Dancing was my passion, and I held myself to high standards, especially when it came to leading a group. Perfection wasn't just a goal of mine; it was a need, and I was eager to achieve it, no matter how many tries it took.
After the dance ended, I couldn't help but notice only slight improvement among the group, but still, a small smile still lifted my face. Before I caught sight of Gia leaning against the doorway, her head tilted toward me.
"You're back?" I called out, nodding to the others before making my way over to her, a water bottle in hand which I quickly downed.
"Yeah, too cold outside," she replied, her dark waves falling behind her ear as she spoke. Gia had moved here a year ago, making a living from dancing and occasional part-time jobs, although her popularity among dancers had made those part-time jobs unnecessary.
"Well," I said with a shrug, glancing around the room, "the first twenty seconds are alright, but there's definitely room for improvement." I nudged her shoulder playfully before bidding the other dancers goodbye.
Walking down the hallway together, the walls adorned with white lights and fairy lights here and there with the sound of music echoing from nearby rooms, Gia suggested grabbing something to eat.
"There's a new café nearby, they sell some cute-ass cakes," she proposed. I opened the door to our changing room, walking over to my bag, put down my cap and searched for my top.
