Y/N's PoV
Dance is my passion. My greatest strength. My only way to be me, truly.
So it's no surprise that when my boyfriend of almost two years, Nick, dumps me, I'm in the local rehearsal studio that I rent-share, where I practice outside of weekly rehearsals at various West End shows.
Instantly as I walk into the studio, the sense of home floods in with me, and my tears. I dump my bags in the cubby and set my phone up on the speakers. I click shuffle and take my place in the centre.
The first electrical chords of Disclosure's Latch play, and my body's system is filled with nostalgia and grief and a heavy weight in my chest pulls me the the ground. The weight dictates my moves as I move around the room. As I dance, the weight in my chest lightens and lightens until the loss of it pains me more than it's weight.
I collapse into the beanbag chairs at the back. As a rule I rarely use these, unless I'm watching someone else dance or rehearse. But the grief and the loss of Nick pains me and pains me.
The song loops itself and soon it's sweet melody is dissonant with the sobs that run from my chest at irregular intervals.
The door opens.
One set of footsteps come closer to me, another seemingly go to the speaker to turn the song off. My sobs fill the new silence until a pair of arms pick me up and sit me upright. Though through my tears, the vision is blurry, I know how it is. Who all of them are. Because too many a time I've forgotten that I rent share with them and end up using the space when they've booked it.
I've probably made that mistake again, but this time; no tour manager is rushing me out. This time, just his face blocks my vision and the other footsteps walk out of the room.
"Y/N?" Reece's sweet voice clashes with my ugly sobs.
He rubs my back and lets me lay on his chest.
"Hey, hey. What's going on?"
His genuineness is something I've been looking for for hours. For the last few hours all I had done was scream at Nick. He broke my heart. He cheated on me.
I manage to compose myself but with still tears streaming down my face.
"Nick-" I go to explain, but the one word seems to explain it all.
He gets me on my feet.
"Wait there". He goes to the speaker system and replays Latch.
"This Song, as for you, is special to me. And I cannot let this be the song you cried and danced to when that idiot of a Nick made the biggest mistake of his life by choosing to let you go. I don't care how badly I dance, today, everything changes. Today you become a free woman and certain people need to learn that. We are going to dance."
"Why are you doing this, Reece?"
"Because-"
"I don't deserve this, before you say any different."
"You do. You deserve more than this. And as your friend I want you to have more."
"Thank you-"
"Let it out in the best way you know how." He interrupts me.
As he says this the chorus starts and let the music fill me up and move me. There's no weight or force pulling me, just the steady of beat of the song. I motion for Reece to join me but instead he goes to the back, takes a guitar off a stand at the back and plays the chords with the tracks. As Sam on the track sings, Reece joins him, the power of his voice adding power to my emotion and my dance. I move in ways that help me get rid of my emotion, filling me up with glee. As the song ends, there's a large grin in my face, and his and I know there is something more between us than a friend helping another out after a tough breakup.
But whatever it is pushed down to be sorted out later as the upbeat melody of the boys' track Good Day plays and he puts down his guitar and jumps around with me like little kids.
Nick is no longer a problem. It's just me and Reece and the music. We fall to the floor in fits of laughter and the rooms lights up with our happiness.
