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Ralbert: Dance Studio TW: GAY SLURS

Race POV

"Ugh. How do you do that?" my boyfriend asked me, sitting in his middle split.

I dropped into my middle split. "Practice baby. Practice."

Albert stood up and tried to do an al a seconde turn. After falling on his ass and pouting. I decided to be an amazing boyfriend and help teach Albert how to do the God forsaken turn.

"Get up Albie." I said, standing up. 

Albert got up and slid into my open arms. 

"So. What we're gonna do is teach you how to do an al a seconde." I said, grabbing a pair of ballet shoes in Albert's size. (My studio has these. Is that just us?) I helped him lace the shoes up, and I stood with him in the middle of the room.

"What are you doing Racer?" Albert asked me, looking at me like I was drunk (I might have been... no one will ever know.)

"I'm teaching you how to be a pretty ballerina." I replied, leaving the room.

I came back and placed the barre in the middle of the room. "Stand up against that. Hold onto it with your right hand." I instructed.

Albert put his hand on the barre and I told him to adjust his posture. As he straightened his back (kinda ironic for a gay dude) I bent down and put his feet in first position. I stood next to him. 

"Bend your knees and but keep your back straight and your ass in." I told Albert who looked confused.

I pushed his butt in and gave him a thumbs up. "This is a plie. Remember this, it's important."

Albert nodded. He looked scared about what was going to happen. 

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"Good job Albie!" I said. 

"Can we go home? I'm tired." Albert said, wrapping his arms around my neck.

I picked him up as he wrapped his legs around my waist. I carried him out to the car and put him in the passengers seat. I put the seatbelt on him, receiving a nasty look from a Karen. 

"The fuck you looking at?" I yelled.

The Karen looked at me. "You two f*ggots. Boys shouldn't date boys. They also shouldn't be going to dance class."

I frowned.

"First off, don't call me and my boyfriend slurs. Second, being gay is fine. Three, telling a boy they can't dance is like telling a girl they can't play sports. You don't have to appreciate us, but you can keep your bullshit opinions to yourself. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get home to get my boyfriend something to eat. Goodbye BITCH!" I ranted, mad that someone would have the audacity to openly use gay slurs.  

I got into the car, and kissed a sleeping Albert's cheek. I started the car, and headed home.

*********************************************************************************************** Hey!

I'm so sorry it's been so long since I updated, but I have been swamped in school, and dance just started, and I am the dance carpool. Thank you for being patient (if you actually read this garbage) and I really appreciate everyone.

Love ya!

Angela