Dance Singing Novels & Stories

But Julia's mask, in its simplicity and elegance, was a masterpiece that left an indelible mark. Unable to resist any longer, I extended my hand to her, the desire to dance overwhelming me. The moment we stepped onto the dance floor, the world around us faded into obscurity. The song playing was "Perfect" by Ed Sheeran, a fitting soundtrack to this enchanting moment. As we danced, our movements synchronized as if we had been practicing for this very moment. The chemistry between us was electric, and the world outside our embrace ceased to exist. The crowd around us watched, and as the final notes of the song faded, they erupted into applause. We had been the center of attention, and the real

I’m hungrier than I thought I was because I ate my whole plate Kai made me. Kai and I were observing the dancers when our group joined us. The girls forced me to dance. We are bouncing up and down to one of our favorite song from the 90s. “Cruel to Be Kind “By Letters to Cleo.” It’s one of those songs you got to jump up and down to. So, we are giving it our all when I look up and see our guys watching us smiling their big shit-eating grins. When Kai notices he has my attention, he comes swaggering over to me on the dance floor, and once he has me in his arms, it’s just me and him on that dance floor. “You look beautiful out here...” he tells me.

Act like my normal age for once. I moved deeper into the open space where others were dancing and Kate and I face each other. Most people pair up with their partner but I paired with Kate instead. My arms rose above my head, fingers tracing invisible patterns in the air. The beat quickened, and I twisted my waist, feeling the soft fabric of my dress brush against my thighs. Sweat already glistened on my skin from the warm room, but I didn’t care. A smile tugged at my lips as the chorus hit, and I sang along under my breath, the words vibrating on my tongue.

Caspian was still in the shower when I followed my nose down to the kitchen where I smelled food. Duncan is behind the stove with his earphone on, listening to his iPod. I can actually hear the song that he's listening to. It's Starboy by The Weeknd. He's cheerfully singing and dancing to the song while pouring the batter of pancakes onto the skillet. Oh Gosh!!! He really can't sing, and he's a terrible dancer, but the man makes good pancakes. Yes, very good pancakes, I decide as I steal another forkful from Julian's plate.

We all wore robes on our bikinis; we don't want to show them what's beneath now. "Come on, take those shit off," Isaac whined, and I chuckled. Not now, baby boy; you'll have to wait. We all entered the car, and off we went to the venue. I really can't wait to see our work shine. We got to the venue, and damn! I could only hear a little bit due to how loud the music was blasting. Dante was already giving us some insane moves as we stepped out of the car. Have I ever mentioned that Dante id a god when it comes to dance? He can break dance, body isolate, twerk, waltz, robot dance... there's no dance I know I've not seen him dance. He gets really wild while dancing... don't even let me talk abou

Lydia yelled while grabbing our hands and pulling us over to the dance floor. We began dancing like mad ones, not caring about anything in our drunken state moving our bodies, shaking our hips in a sexy way attracting every single man on the dance floor. The music is all nineteen nineties but we're dancing like it's jive, twisting, turning, holding hands as we change sides. We're all grins, we look like idiots and we don't care. Inside we're just happy, happy, and more alive than we can ever be. I feel the part of me that's really me comes out to play, to feel the vibe of the music, and let my body go free. I notice a blonde guy moving closer towards Lydia from her behind while dancing and m

Right? I glance over at him laughing with Patrick and Ameer and he seems perfectly okay. Maybe I'm letting Bliss' words get to me too much. "Do you want to dance?" Bliss asks, pulling me to the dance floor before I have a chance to answer. "Chandelier" by Sia blares on the speaker and we dance and sing loudly. I'm having so much fun, I could care less who's watching us.

Avila wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand as she slid down the stripper pole for the fifth time that night. It was exhausting! The club was packed, and she could feel the eyes of the customers on her as she danced to the beat of the music. She tried to ignore the lewd comments and catcalls, focusing instead on the money that was being thrown at her feet. It was the only thing that made the job bearable and worth it. It was the only thing still pushing her to grind and rock her body on the tall pole - the money.

She waited for the intro and took a deep breath. The music started and she slowly fell into the rhythm of the sexy and sultry beat. Swaying her body and rolling her head back and forth, in an erotic rhythm. As she started singing her favorite song, Ignite, she could feel herself calm down and relax a little. She was never afraid of public speaking or being in front of groups of people, but she hadn't done it in a long time. She looked out onto the dance floor and saw people beginning to slow dance to the rhythm of the music. She placed the microphone back in its holder and started dancing a slow and seductive movement of her hips and legs. Losing herself in the music and the words, she belte

I don't wait for him to reply because am heading to the dance floor. Oh my God, what did I just do , I try to turn around and he's behind me. He's part of the modern dance team and a good dancer. I have to make an impression at least. I have to try. Am not such a good dancer, I mean am kind of thick with extra skin. And some curves that I don't like.. All my life, I've wanted to be thin and petite. I begin to move my waist singing along, before I notice, I'm whining my waist It's this song by Rihanna and Drake. Am trying to control myself, moving my waist slowly, holding my knees and standing on the tip of my toes. I feel him moving behind me dancing.