Dance Academy Kat Novels & Stories

He hoped so but a part of him knew something was wrong. When they were done eating, they left the dining area and went to the living room where Maya presented the tickets. "What is this Maya?" Sarah asked. "Tickets to our production of The Swan Lake." "Oh wow, I've never been to a ballet production." Wanda said with excitement. "When is it?" "This weekend." "Still an apprentice?" Elliot asked mocking his little sister. He knew she was no longer an apprentice. Maya frowned and folded her arms. "I'm an official corps de ballet dancer. I've been one since I was sixteen Elliot."

“One-two-three! One-two-three!” An instructor clapped her hands as several girls in ballerina attire moved in rhythm. Danice watched in awe. Every room buzzed with activity—some students practiced ballet, others performed Eastern dances, cultural dances, or hip-hop routines. The guide beside her noticed her bright, admiring eyes and began explaining the studio’s membership. “Once you have a membership, you can attend three trial sessions for free. You may learn any type of dance. Our instructors are renowned in their fields—you’ll learn a lot in just three sessions.”

She continued walking further into the school, taking the exact route she had taken the first day she had come with her mom for admission enquiries. The school compound wasn't that vast and classes could be easily identified. As she walked, she could still feel people gawking and talking about her, but she cared less anyway. Finally she got to her block and spotted her class, then she went in. Instantly, she spotted D 3 K’s, and she scoffed, making a face. D 3 K’s was a dance band, made up of three killer dancers; Kelly, Katherine and Kate. They were popular rock dancers, beautiful and sweet girls. Their bad side was that, they were rumoured to be very rude and arrogant.

“You guys have that dance thing.” “Take breakfast to go.” Haley pushes a bag into my hands. I grin, despite everything. Somehow, food feels like an anchor back to earth. He drives us to Groovzies, the tiny dance studio Anne’s kid goes to, wedged between a nail salon and a frozen-yogurt place that smells permanently like sugar and ambition. Damion holds open the double glass doors like a gentleman out of an old movie, and I head down the narrow passage toward the dance floor, where kids bounce in place, and moms hover with phones and coffee cups.

I threw at her. "No silly, how can I be tired of you?" She replied, tapping my head lightly. "Then what do you mean by that?" "You know about my dancing academy right? Well there is a show coming up at the city in three days time, and luckily I have been selected as one of the participants" Kara announced. "Oh myyyy" I squealed, hugging her tightly. "This is such amazing news Kara, I'm so happy for you" I added. "I know right, at first i was going to cancel it..."

All the training paid off ― Enrique sure is a rom-com cliché in the sack. “Did you all dance?” I know she teaches some kids with Kiara. And Sport obviously danced. But I can’t quite see Jackson doing the pirouette. “Nah.” She blows a short huff through her nose, half laugh, half scoff. “Just Enrique and me. Kiara choreographed — bad ankle and no athleticism.” Now that sounds like me. Except I have no bad ankle.

Kathy leaned against Dominic's chest and said softly to him. Carissa's eyes seemed to be able to shoot fire, staring tightly at Kathy. "Kathy! You're so kind! How about I dance and you accompany me! Any instrument and music is fine, I don't mind!" When the people around heard this, they realized that this little daughter of the Westford family was really not simple! Improvised dancing with any instrument and music. This was simply picking at random from the vast library of Chinese and Western music! How amazing must her dancing skills be!

I ended up failing every exam. Finals were coming up soon. If I failed one more time, I would be forced to drop out of the academy. After dinner that evening, my dance instructor, Cameron Carter, called me to the studio and offered to help me practice. I pushed open the door and walked in. The dance studio, which was usually packed with students, was now empty except for Cameron and me. He stood in the center of the room, his eyes roaming over me while a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“Oh, Katy! I almost forgot. I teach yoga classes and a new one starts next week! Please come! You’ll love it.” Julia nodded. “Adam looks after the kids. I go to all the classes—even the beginners—I love it so much. Jenna is an amazing teacher.” Katharine’s eyes flared with interest. “Oh, I’d like that! I’ve always wanted to try it. When?” “Tuesday nights—it’s an eight week course for beginners. There’s a break, then we move onto the next level.” The light in her eyes dimmed. “I can’t—Tuesday is music night at the home. Local groups come in and entertain the residents. I take Penny to all of them; she loves going. I would hate not to be with her; she might not go without me.”

Kalil Mak opened her gymnastics studio three weeks ago. She named it “Rockstar 101.” The picture beneath the sign in the window was her hand making a rock star symbol. She’d been out of gymnastics for over a year, but her name remained. She had parents who brought their kids from all over the state just to train with her. She turned many of them away, refusing to deal with any parents who reminded her of her mom. She had the mind of a business mogul, already planning to open a dance studio. She’d met up with the guy she danced with at Capers and scheduled the opening for next week. His name was Javier. He’d be the primary instructor for salsa while her and Jaida would teach other dance style