Novel & Cerita Dance Instructor From Grown Ups 2

“We were instructed to teach you how to walk properly; your posture is slouching. All eyes will be on you on that day.” Without having any choice, I had to get a pair of heels that were my size. I hadn't even finished strapping the buckle when my legs began aching. “Let's work on your turning,” the instructor said an hour later. “Remember, slow and graceful.” “I can do that. Can I rest my feet,” I groaned, exhausted already, but the instructor refused. “Girl, get yourself out of that bench; you haven't even started yet,” the instructor was saying but stopped when his assistant opened the door, revealing Adonis, who walked in looking very majestic and handsome.

“It is my honor to teach the future Queen of the Kingdom of Summer the art of dance.” I sent Sicca a pointed look—a look that clearly said, don’t you dare leave me with this. He just smiled at me, as if he was enjoying the fact that he absolutely was leaving me here. Because of that stupid argument about that fucking ice cream. Sicca informed the dance instructor that he had an hour and a half to teach me the basics, and then we could continue another time. He introduced himself as Saltator, which was some kind of stage name. At first, he just had me move around the room—asked me to dance the way I thought one would dance. He walked behind me, sighing dramatically, which only made me even mo

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

My mind raced, trying to figure out who could possibly be looking for me. When we reached the foyer, I spotted a woman standing near the entrance. She was a stranger—mid-forties, well-dressed but not flashy, with an air of quiet confidence. Her eyes met mine as I approached, scanning me with a keen, assessing look. “Miss Audrey?” she asked. I nodded. “That’s me.” She smiled faintly. “My name is Elena Vasquez. I’m your new dance instructor.” My brain stuttered. My what? She continued smoothly, as if sensing my confusion. “Mr Gracia arranged this. He said you needed to prepare for an upcoming competition.”

My name is Hank Ferguson. I'm a driving instructor. The driving school director's daughter, Louisa Chasey, just finished high school, so the director, Sharon Chasey, asked me to take her on for lessons. Sharon and I go way back. I was even Louisa's godfather. Louisa just turned 18, and she really grew into a fine woman. Her chest was a total handful, bouncing with every step like it was trying to break free. Her waist was so slim that I could almost wrap my hands around it. There wasn't an ounce of extra fat anywhere.

She sat at the far end, flipping through her notes. I scoffed under my breath. Has it gotten this bad? Her eyes lifted and met mine. Without hesitation, she closed her notebook, set it aside, and rose. She wore high-waisted leggings with a simple tank top tucked in, a light sweatshirt tied loosely around her waist. On her feet were flexible dance sneakers. The instructor entered shortly after. “We only have two more classes before the birthday event. We need to rehearse until there is no room for mistakes.” she said firmly.

she forced a smile while fisting her hands on her sides. “OK SILENZIO CLASS !” the dance teacher said while raising her hand. “PAUL AND I WILL SHOW YOU THE STEPS NOW. TRY TO KEEP UP WITH US, OK ?” she said and immediately after the dance room filled with a prompt “YES MA’AM !” “Try not to stomp on my foot,” San mumbled. “And try keeping up with the pace,” I retorted back. “I can assure you that will not be a problem if you do not drop me or take up the whole space,” she rudely snorted.

Nonetheless, it doesn’t matter as she enjoys teaching them. It’s been two years since this institute was opened, and, in much less time, they have earned goodwill. They have won couple of competitions for their dancing skills. Ronny and Marissa are both professional dancers. They might not have been trained in well-known institutes, but they are as good as any other, if not better. “Let’s do it again from the top.” As she was about to play the music from the beginning, she was interrupted by one of her students, Brooklyn.

I knelt and tied my bootlace even though it was already tied, just to have something to do with my hands. When Daniel returned, he had that relaxed posture warriors seemed to be born with. “Instructor Era is leading today,” he said. “She is strict but she is fair. She works well with beginners.” “I am not a beginner,” I said automatically. “I just do not know how to do anything.” Daniel snorted. “That is literally the definition of a beginner.” I rolled my eyes, grateful for the tiny distraction. He smiled like he had achieved something. Instructor Era approached. Her movements were smooth and calm. She looked me up and down, not in a judging way, more in the way someone checked what size eq

Rodrick gave us room to inspect it, and then said, “This is where you will be having your practice. And your tutor should be here right about... now.” A loud clap caught all our attention. Standing at the entrance was a woman in a black bodysuit. She appeared to be in her mid-thirties, her brown hair tied up in a messy bun. She walked into the room, inspecting every one of us before nodding. “Oh, I am loving the dancers this year! This feast will be the best there is!” she said, gushing at us like a high schooler would at her crush. “Go easy on them, Estella,” Rodrick said as he made his way out of the room.