Noelle is the older sister of Richelle and has been dancing with The Next Step since she was three. They always say don't mix relationships with business, in this case with dance. It seems like Noelle found herself mixing both dance and relationship...
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JAMES TAKES MY HAND AS HE spins me into his arms before lifting me up. My knees bent on one side of his shoulders and my side on the other. He spins us around. I lift my legs up, stretching them into an aerial as I land back on the floor.
Our team around us cheers. James grabs my hand, pulling me closer into his chest, holding onto my waist as I dip down to the floor in a split, then lift back up.
I push James back to the rest of the group, going solo. I dance across the floor, doing a leap before getting into line, allowing Giselle to go next.
"Now that we've won Nationals, we're off to Internationals."
The girls and I remove ourselves from the boys, doing aerials in the center, flashing a pose, then going into turns, continuing our fun routine.
"Emily and Michelle aren't here, though. Em is still recovering and Michelle is dealing with some family things."
The boys soon take over, showing off their flashy moves. My smile deepens as I watch James. Ever since the duet, we've just gotten really closer and I can't even lie. I want to do one for internationals too.
"Ever since Lucien came to The Next Step and gave us this offer, I've been nervous."
The last thing I want is to lose this studio to our rivals and I certainly don't feel like merging with Elite. Amanda is an exception.
"Come here, Noelle." Chloe laughs, taking my hand and bringing us to the middle. The two of us kick our legs up, gliding them down to the floor before getting back up doing a little kick behind our leg.
As a group, we meet in the middle, plating around with the choreography before stopping in a pose as we stare at the mirror in front of us.
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"Yo, check this out, bam, bam, bam." James says, twirling one of his drums sticks in his hand as we take a walk outside.
"Okay, drummer boy." I reply, a soft chuckle leaving my lips.
"Yo, I wonder where internationals are gonna be held this year." He says. "Hopefully it is Barcelona because I have been working on my Spanish." He explains, stopping in front of me, spewing whatever he thinks is Spanish.
"Nope, don't think that was Spanish at all, babe." I say, patting his chest as he looks around, confused. "Plus, with Elite trying to swoop in, who knows?" I say, shrugging my shoulders.
"We don't exactly have a place to rehearse, and Elite isn't exactly the best apple in the bunch."
"We'll figure it out. We always do." James expresses, pulling me closer.
"I know, but how much luck do we have left?" I ask with a small smile, looking up at him.
"James!" a voice calls out. I turn my head to the side to see James' band mate, Luke. "We got practice, man!" He shouts.
