And We Dance Dance Dance Novels & Stories

Guess who’s standing at the front row now? “Let’s dance! Put on your dancing shoes, Lose your mind in the way we move. Hands up high, feel the music drop, Once we start, we ain't gonna stop!” My phone beeps in my pocket. I ignore the first one. Until it’s beeping again. And again.

Damon announces. I groan. I did not know we were going to have to dance. This was not run past me. When my mother’s favourite song comes on, tears run down my face once more. Song… Elvis Presley Can’t help falling in love… Wise men say Only fools rush in But I can't help falling in love with you Shall I stay? Would it be a sin If I can't help falling in love with you? Beckett and I join hands and walk over to the dance floor. I lay my head on Beckett’s chest and he wraps his arms around me…

He was looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. And then he stood, holding out a hand. “Dance with me.” I hesitated. “There’s no one else here.” “Exactly.” I let him pull me up, my hands finding their place against his chest while his arms circled my waist. The music slowed, and we swayed under the night sky, his body pressed against mine, warm and steady. We danced to “Photograph” by Ed Sheeran. I love this song. I loved this moment. I loved the guy I was with.

Gas barks again, the exact same bark. "Even better! You're learning so fast!" Kyle's shoulders shake silently. A video of both boys dancing in the living room, except they're terrible at dancing, absolutely terrible. They're just jumping up and down, completely off-beat, arms flailing in random directions, occasionally spinning and getting dizzy and crashing into each other. The music in the background is "Happy" by Pharrell Williams—their favorite song that month. They made me play it seventeen times in a row once.

The romantic sound of the saxophone leads us into an intimate slow dance. “What is the title of this song? I never heard it before but yet it sounds so embracingly familiar”, I whisper softly into his ear. “It’s called ‘Our First Dance’, just like what we’re doing right now”. I smiled at him and leaned my head to his chest for a while. The song is so comforting and nice to dance into, even for a poor ballroom dancer like me.

Getting inside the judge's name Hannah was the one who chose the song I am going to dance, gosh I didn't even know her much but I already hated her. "Miss Kim you are gonna dance to Hard carry by Got7" she said smirking "Okay ma" I said then she stare at me as if I have gone mad, o yeah when I said I love dancing you should know any new song which is out I make sure I learn the choreography if I like the song I don't like Got7 that much but I love the song so you won't expect not to be able to dance. "You have five minutes to miss so start now and don't waste our time" she said again.

She was starting to shake her body to the music blaring. 'Oya, go Jade. Go Jade. Go Jade. Jade Jade. Shake that body.' Hana started cheering her up. She was also dancing to the song, tapping her legs on the floor. The song they were playing was Soco by Wizkid. Jade danced for a total of 15 seconds before she gave up. Too bad. I was starting to get lost in my moves. I'd definitely love to see her dance later. Whenever we are alone. Kaare. Well done. It's that one that you're a pro at.

But we didn't care. Once we were done with our three course meal of exquisite delicacies, as of on cue, music started to play. One of my favorite songs at the moment. Odo by Johnny Drille. "Can I have this dance ma cherie" Aminu held his hand out smiling while I laughed at something he had said earlier. "Yes, yes you can" I said and took his hand still trying to compose myself from all the laughter. The patio was big enough for us to dance in and I prided myself in knowing how to dance anything. Anything but classics.

Just at the end of their supposed move, they gave us a green light that they wanted a dance battle. “Is she really challenging us to one of our most loved song?” Cole whispered to me. “Let’s show her who rocks this song better,” I answered him, with a mischievous smirk. The frat house kids immediately spread out, to give us some space. They all cheered loudly at the moves the Queen bee had just given, with her minions. The DJ switched the music to our favourites of all time, this time around. It was Money by Leikeli47. Cole gave me a supportive glance, as we brazened up to do the moves, we had rehearsed practically everyday at the fun house.

“Ready.” And as the music swells, we begin to dance.