روايات وقصص ضمن Dance Moms: Maddie Ziegler

At first, it was a wandering hand running along my thigh through the fabric of my dress and when I shot a pointed look at Zain he appeared completely unfazed, as though he hadn’t made it his sole mission to use one of his hands as a delightful distraction. My gaze then shifted towards Mae and once I noticed that she was completely absolved in another world, I decided to make my move. It did take two people to dance, after all. After a few moments of maneuvering, I was able to take off my shoes and, after wiggling my toes in the air to ensure optimum flexibility, I made my move. Lifting my leg in the air towards a specified direction, I made sure that the rest of my body went still until I fe

“Mama said you have a daughter.” “Her name is Poppy.” “I heard she’s four.” “That’s right.” “I can teach her the splits.” “No.” She sighed. Danna appeared beside Zoe. “I’ll teach her how to run.” “I’ll teach her to dance,” Zoe said. Before Poppy’s education plan could turn into something requiring liability insurance, two small bodies shot out from the side of the ballroom. One wore a navy suit with a yellow tie. The other wore a dark green suit with a blue tie.

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

So, not let any weird person come near to her, he keeps helping her without telling anything. Right now, she is staring at the dance training schedule that Vasquez collected for her. But her eyes are still in disbelief. She didn't care about checking it when he scolded him for not getting along with people. Now, she can't believe that she is going to be a trainee at her favourite dancer's studio, 'Sophie's Moonwalk '. A popular dancer and choreographer, Sophie Cotter won the best dancer award. Pursing her lips, she crushes in the bed, lifting Belle who is playing with her toy, she laughs brightly...

As if on cue, the DJ starts playing Despacito by Luis Fonsi, Daddy Yankee ft Justin Bieber. Maggie becomes shy at first, before she looks around her and sees that no one is paying attention to her. Then she starts dancing like a clown when her lack of confidence fades away. Kids around us sees this and backs away from Maggie with fits of laughter. She suddenly stops dancing and bows her head in embarrassment, while I pull Ver closer to me by the collar and dance with her. Dancing is one of my skills, I did took dance lessons so I'm a pro at it.

Paige smiled mischievously, "I dare you to dance." Zach shook his head, saying, "No...please don't do this to me." "Unfortunately there is no room for punishment so you have no choice but to dance," Paige said smiling." "How will I dance without music," he asked. Paige got up excitedly and picked up her phone which she had left on the table, "I got you, Mr. Zach," she said and played a song from her phone. She stood with folded arms, watching him until he finally began to dance. She fell back on the bed and guffawed with delight as Zach made funny movements with his leg and waist.

The name hit me so hard my vision blurred. I looked up at Maddie in complete shock, “You hired him?” Maddie bit her lip excitedly, “He's one of the best ballet coaches in the world. He trained principal dancers for the Royal Ballet and Paris Opera.” I couldn't even process the words. “He’s flying here privately twice a week starting tomorrow only for you,” Maddie continued quickly, “And if he thinks you're ready…” Her smile widened slowly. “There’s a showcase in three months in New York.”

He asked, rummaging at the cupboard. “Certainly, not,” she said. “Can you make some pizza?” She looked at him, smiling. She could almost see the sincerity of the woman at the man who started to prepare the ingredients he needed for the request. Then another scenario unfolded. She was at a party. She couldn’t see anyone whom she recognized and she couldn’t hear anything else aside from the blast of music on the speaker. This is definitely not a place she would go to. She wonders what she is doing here. She went around and saw someone, at the ledge of the bar, she dances well but she already looks drunk. She was dancing with some people on the ledge, I could see other people following her move

she said, disappointed. Zilla chuckled. “Come on, you are late, go,” said Zilla. “And you two?” she asked. “Oh come, I am not in to dance,” said Daniel. She looked at Zilla. “Do you think, I look like one?” Zilla asked. She looked at her from up to down. Zilla was a complete version of a badass girl, who rather love to break faces instead of dancing. “Fine, I am leaving,” said Amanda exhausted and she rushed towards the school.

“I, um. I’m not very good at dancing, I’m afraid.” She had had lessons from the maids around, of course, but so few instances in which to actually put said lessons to practice, given that she’d shied away from any activity that might expose her to people’s gazes - and murmurs - any more than strictly necessary. Mattel hums. Regina looks up, when an outstretched palm appears in front of her eyes. “I am quite skilled,” Mattel says easily. “If you want to dance, then we shall.”