Dancing with the Badboy

Chapter 1

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Mila's POV

"And ready, 5,6,7,8!"

I let out a breath of air as I pushed open the door to the dance studio. Glancing around at the various rooms lining the hallways, I noticed it looked like an office building.

The Royal Academy of Dance. But in Berlin, Germany.

Definitely a ways away from my home in Canada.

There was no sign that this was the Royal Academy of Dance, aside from the Court of Arms on the door to the entrance. It featured a single red and gold shield flanked by two winged deer, a dancer posed atop. The words salus et felicitas or health and happiness written on a banner at the bottom.

Why Germany? That's what I asked myself. Germany had nothing to do with Britain, but apparently it was the perfect place for a branch of the RAD. Smack dab in the middle of Berlin.

"Hello, you must be Mila?" a man dressed in a long black shirt and white jeans greeted. He had bleach blonde hair and blue eyes. Standing around 5'8, he was taller than me by a solid 4 inches.

"Yes, that's me," I replied, giving him a meek smile.

"Welcome to The Royal Dance Academy, Berlin. I'm Adam."

"Thank you, nice to meet you," I smiled, tightening my hold on the duffle bag hanging from my shoulder.

"You are ready to meet your new dance mates?" he asked, motioning for me to follow him.

I opened my mouth to respond when someone called out to us. He spoke in German across the hall, sticking his head out of a room.

"This is Oskar Koch, the director here," Adam introduced.

"Hello, thank you for having me," I greeted, shifting from foot to foot awkwardly.

"My pleasure. Now, I know that you've been through some tough times these past few months, but I know what your capable of. I want you to showcase that talent of yours. The IDO Competition is in 3 months, I want you to compete."

"I-I don't know if I ca-"

"You can, and you will. The Royal Academy of Dance is no place for those with self-doubt," Oskar said sternly. I closed my mouth and nodded. He had a point, I couldn't quit now. I was too far in.

"Come, I'll introduce you to the others myself."

I followed him out of the room, feeling my palms sweat as I held onto my bag. My heart raced in my chest and I could feel myself sweating from the nerves. I didn't like meeting new people in general. This would be worse, they probably didn't even speak English. And I knew for a fact that my broken German wouldn't get me anywhere

I stood silently beside Oskar as he spoke to the group of 9 dancers that stood spread out across the room. I could make out a few word - new, Canada, welcome - and then my name.

"Hallo, ich heisse Lena," a blonde girl chirped, coming up to shake my hand.

"English Lena," Adam reminded, an amused look on his face. Lena's face turned pink as she ducked her head in apology.

"Hi, nice to meet you," I said quietly, giving her a small smile.

"I looove your name, it's so pretty!" another girl said, coming up next to Lena. She had dirty blonde hair, a contrast to Lena's chestnut locks. I could sense something hidden in the tone of her voice, and I immediately put her on my red flag list. I wasn't one to judge, but I knew which type of people to look out for, almost like a 6th sense.