Novel & Cerita Dance Academy Tara Webster

In other words, she’d always pick her loyalty to Cadence over me. “You did great today,” Tara said as we walked along, trailing the other girls. Neither one of us really liked the locker room situation much. I think Tara was self-conscious about her curves, and since I am only sixteen and some of these girls are almost twenty-one, sometimes I feel like a prepubescent woman-child in their presence. I’d just as soon let them clear out. Sometimes I even go back to the apartment before I shower, if I know that Cadence and Aaron won’t be there when I get there. I don’t think Aaron much cares for me bringing more odor home than is absolutely necessary. “You did great, too,” I said to Tara, who rol

She cried even harder and said in a choked voice, “Walter, please don’t let me ruin your relationship with your wife. That would make me very sad. “I really don’t think Zara meant to poison Scruffy on purpose. Since it’s already gone, fighting over who’s to blame won’t bring it back. Let me tell you something. I heard Zara graduated from dance school, and she’s an amazing dancer. People call her the Dancing Queen. Why don’t Zara perform a beautiful, stunning dance for me? Then, we’ll call it even.” I clenched my fists tightly. My throat felt tight. It was very difficult to breathe.

Her blonde curls bounced against her shoulders, her eyes sparkling with barely contained excitement as she smoothed down the skirt of her dress and checked her reflection yet again. "A party that's literally downstairs," Tara called back from the bathroom, her voice thick with sarcasm. "I don't think the moon ceremony is going to start without us." "That doesn't mean we should be late," Taylor shot back, rolling her eyes dramatically. Steam curled into the bedroom as the bathroom door opened. Tara stepped out slowly, a towel secured around her chest, water glistening against her dark skin and trailing down her shoulders. She paused long enough to glance at her sister, her lips lifting into a

Tara and Hailey was seen walking down the corridor, They suddenly walked pass the school big board which grabbed the whole attention of Tara, she stared intently at the billboard reading out some lines, Hailey on the other end ever bother to wait for her, Tara suddenly seemed impatient as she ran over to meet Hailey who had left her behind, It was about the school beauty contest coming up, she wanted Hailey her best friend to contest so badly, she definitely knew no one could beat her up to it, she had the beauty, body, curves, Money and popularity. Cassidy had been wining for the past years but Tara suddenly want Hailey her sister to beat her off the post. After all, if Cassidy mistakenly m

“Tara wants to come watch my dance practice tomorrow after school. She asked if it was okay with you first.” I pulled her into a hug. “If you’re comfortable with it, then yes. We’ll keep it light.” Mia nodded against my shoulder. “I think I am. She’s different now. Smaller somehow. But in a good way.” The next day, Tara arrived at the penthouse right on time, carrying a small gift bag. She looked more settled, less polished, more grounded. Mia performed her routine in the living room while we watched from the couch. Tara’s eyes shone with genuine pride when it ended.

She clung to the wall while the boss stood up from the bed majestically, his eyes dainted at Elena who was already in tears. The boss tapped on his phone, and suddenly, hip hop music began to fill the room. Elena’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “Dance, Puppy, Dance,” the boss smirked, a command laced with authority. “Dance?” Elena whispered, her hands still instinctively clasped around herself, taken aback by the unexpected demand. “Yes. You embarrassed me by refusing to dance with me at the club. Now, you’ll dance until your legs can't carry you anymore,” the boss declared, stepping closer to Elena. She recoiled against the wall, as if attempting to

She had been working there for a few months now, and although she hated the job, it paid the bills. Avila slid down the pole one last time, picking up the cash that had been thrown at her feet. She gave a curt nod to the DJ, signaling the end of her routine, and made her way backstage. She changed out of her skimpy outfit and into her street clothes, trying to ignore the lecherous stares of the other dancers. As she sat there on that black stool in the changing room, all she could do was think about the one thing that stayed rent-free in her head. It was how she got to where she was at that point in her life.

Just focus and enjoyment. “His gran taught him that before she passed,” Tara says. “Grandma June. He loves learning dances.” I watch him for a moment longer. He doesn’t care who’s looking. He’s just having fun. “I’m impressed,” I tell her. “I can’t even do it that well.” And I mean it.

Mrs Eze, the oldest, was fanning herself with a silk handkerchief that probably cost more than Zara's rent. "Sorry," Zara said, the smile snapping back into place like a mask she had worn so long it had become her face. "I was thinking about choreography. Shall we try again?" They tried again. The waltz was simple, elegant, safe. Three steps forward, three steps back. A box. A cage with music. Zara had spent five years teaching wealthy widows how to move inside boxes because it was easier than explaining why she could not leave her own. The music swelled, a tinny recording of Strauss from a speaker that had seen better decades. She counted under her breath—one two three, one two three—and gu

“You’re Harvey York…!” “Oh? It’s you.” Harvey simply nodded at her. Tara was his batchmate from college, although they were in different classes. She was one of the famous beauty queens in their college, alongside Wendy Sorell. Her existence was on par to a goddess, and she had tons of admirers chasing after her. Rumour had it that she pursued a career at Buckwood after graduation. Who would’ve anticipated that the two of them would meet each other here? Back in their student days, Tara felt something towards Harvey.