Abby's Ultimate Dance Competition Winner Season 2 Novels & Stories

Tyler hurries to say, "Of course, I still don't know if he feels the same, but if he does, I promise I'll take good care of him," "You better," Kian mumbles. The competition finally starts, and the lights go off. Groups from different academies introduce themselves and present their show. All of them are good dancers, and it's hard to pick who's the best. There are multiple categories such as hip hop, jazz, ballet, and contemporary. Tyler cheers up all the groups while Kian films the show because he doesn't want his mum to miss anything.

"I know, I know. I should have asked for your permission first but when I saw the posters for the competition, I immediately thought of you. And guess what? You qualified. You're in the competition!" "Wait really?" I was even more surprised by that piece of information. "They liked my clip that much?" "Of course they did. You're an amazing dancer, Allison and I won't be surprised if you win this thing. Guess what the prize is?" "What?" I leaned in anxiously. "The prize is a cash prize of twenty five grand!" "Whoa! Are you for real?" I exclaimed. "You bet I am. I bet you're interested now, aren't you?" She nudged my ribs and winked.

“He asked her to teach him how to two-step. She taught him how to live.” “Number three,” Genevieve continued, “Marcus’s daughter Maya accidentally won the dance contest by doing the splits and scaring three grown men. And—” she paused for effect, “number four… Natasha left early.” Everyone nodded. That part hung in the room like perfume and prophecy. Ava entered then, wrapped in a robe that cost more than most young people’s security deposits. “Morning, sinners.” “Morning, Beyoncé.” Abigail grinned. “How’s your hip?”

There was a plan to execute, and I needed the item Troy was holding. Across the room, I spotted Abby. She was on the dance floor, completely engrossed in the music, her movements wild and carefree as she danced with reckless abandon. She looked like she didn’t have a care in the world—yet. Little did she know, that was about to change.

I whispered to her. She chuckled. "You are cute as always,come on let's dance" She pulled me and we both went to the dance floor. "The celebrant Mr Bruno and his sister Abigail!!' The dj announced dance battle. "No!!" I said waving at the dj. "Go Bruno!!"the guests started shouting. "Come on let's do it birthday boy!,lossen up!!" Abigail said,forcing her muscles,she did a split ,the admirers cheered for her, distracted by the people's attention ,I took that opportunity to escape from her.

Next up was the second group. This time, Kendrick and Ellie were among the competitors. Annabelle watched as Kendrick stood up. Was he really going to dance?

he roared sulkily. Abby mocked him by raising an eyebrow and detuning her voice as much as she could, harassing us, “This is my favorite part,” she jumped excitedly and prepared a pose worthy of a music video, “Because I don't have rhythm... I don't have rhythm... I don't have rhythm..." She truly believed she was in a video clip, she danced with her best and pathetic steps and they sang like Dua Lipa's faces, but her voice was another desperate matter.

Although she had some close calls earlier, as the dance got faster and more intense, she found it increasingly difficult to keep up. However, Matthew simply wrapped his arm around her waist and drew her intimately close to him. As the final note of the music echoed, their dance came to an end. Lucy felt as though she had just survived a minefield. Just as Lucy’s healed ankles began to feel uncomfortable again, applause erupted from the crowd on the dance floor. Out of nowhere, the host approached her with a trophy. “Let’s congratulate the champions of the dance floor today, Mr. Leon and his wife, Lucy, who's also a Charleston princess. I think we all can agree that she's the star of the nigh

It's too intimate. He didn't even notice us, too content watching Abigail dance around the small coffee table. Hips jutting, hands thrown in the air, head bopping. The smile on her face made it easy to lose track of everything surrounding us. The song was a Spanish pop song. I could tell by the beat and language. “Shouldn't you two be cooking?” Abigail spun to face us. “Oh, we're waiting on the time. Wanna dance, baby?” Her eyes were on me when she said that.

, Jason's eyes darkened as he leaned back and started at Wendy who's busy with her design. Time was tickling as the timer reached 30 minutes. The designer stopped and waited for Abby to enter the stage. Abby walked onto the stage as she stood in the middle. "I'm excited and so are the audience and judges.", Abby spoke as she smiled. "Let us go with Mr.Hier first.", Abby spoke as the Hier design showed up on the big LED screen. "This piece is 'Elegance".", He spoke. "This is a stunner. Alright Ms. Jennifer I'm afraid I will be tough for you now.", Abby teased.