Dancer Quotes Funny Novels & Stories

Dean's POV: Dancing with Kiara is heaven and torture at the same time. But most of all I'm having so much fun, I can't remember the last time I laughed so much. Whenever we're not dancing, Kiara finds it awfully funny to talk about how some people behave here, especially the famous people, as soon as they're drunk. And oh my god, she has a badass humour.

"Are you not supposed to be a bad dancer?" Was she supposed to be a bad dancer? No, she wasn't. She had not told him she was a bad dancer, she doesn't remember saying that, her words had been: I'M NOT THE BEST DANCER. I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND and not that she was a bad dancer who stepped on people's legs. "Magic happens, isn't it?" She responded with a smile, twitching her lips.

I was already exhausted at this point, but I kept laughing and smiling, especially for the cameras. "Please tell me it's time to take off these nasty shoes. My feet are so sore!" I complained to Aunt Mallory, as it was her turn to dance with me. "Grace and poise, girl. Grace and poise!" She said, quoting a line from my favorite Disney cartoon; Cinderella. I rolled my eyes at her, as I passed over to dance with yet another person; Micheal. "Oh, hello Michael!" I beamed up at his blank face. A ghost of a smile seemed to tug at his lips, and that was enough for me.

"Well the other judges were nice enough to say dancing was not one of my many talents, but I believe one of them said it felt like watching an overweight elephant trying to jump in the mud," "Boy, that's harsh," I laughed and brushed it off, "After I watched the replay I could not agree more, although I think I still hate the man," That earned me a loud laugh from him, and I could not help the way it warmed my heart to hear his laugh. He dropped his hand for a minute, but only to take his wine, and I know I did not imagine the light brush of his bulging pants against my ass.

“Wu” “I don’t know what to say, i don’t want to so them that will say you’ll get over it snd it’s darkest before the dawn” She let out a quick laugh at that one. “So i’m going to say the truth, you’ll move on. That is it, life goes on. That isn’t cringy, that is the truth” I whispered into the phone as i stood to walk over to the fridge for one second— “Thank you. Even though you did sound like them” She said and i scoffed. “There’s one thing, i think i want to be a dancer again” She said so quickly that i was caught off guard. “Dancing huh?” I echoed.

I blurt out brightly, hoping that loud music and crushing bodies on the floor will mean no more chatter. “I don’t really dance.” She mutters awkwardly. “I’m not very coordinated.” Her half smile and downward glance have me bossily putting my glass down on the nearby table. My drink hitting me fast and making me a little giddy and cheerful. I’m not much of a dancer too.

she invited. "Later. I still enjoy dancing with you," Jackson said with a smile. Freya smiled. "There is no sound! We just look like idiots here," she said. "It's okay to look stupid, as long as I am dancing with you … as long as I am holding your hands," Jackson said. "Here we go again!" Freya said with a laugh. "Why? What I said was true," Jackson laughed. "Sus, joker!" Freya said. "Ouch!"

She did a final breakdance and collapsed onto the floor, panting. "Damn! I can't remember the last time." He ended the music, got her water, and came to sit beside her. "I sucked right?" "No, you were amazing." "I don't believe." She placed a hand on her temple. Her head has begun to spin. "I watched you do like ten different dances perfectly. Come on, you're excellent." "I haven't danced in years." "It's your talent. No matter how you try to bury it, it will rise more fiercely than before if you try again. You're a pro dancer. "

My eyes flick down to her bare stomach as she pulls it in with a deep breath. It’s clear by the sweat, along with her outfit—a tight pair of shorts and sports bra—and the number pinned to her chest, that she’s auditioning to be one of my dancers. And the fact that she’s still here a few hours after auditions started must mean she’s not bad. “I didn’t say you were cute, I said your smartass comment was cute. Which, now that I think about it, was me being a smartass myself.” A genuine laugh escapes my lips, and I don’t miss the fact that there’s very little I find humorous in the world anymore. “At least you admit it.”

“Truth or dare?” “Dare,” I replied confidently. Her lips curled into a mischievous smile. “Dance for thirty seconds while I record it.” My eyes widened. “You’ve got to be kidding me. I can’t even remember the last time I danced.” “A dare’s a dare,” she said smugly, pulling out her phone. With no way out, I downed my drink and let the music guide me. My moves were clumsy and ridiculous, and Sheila laughed so hard she could barely hold her phone steady. Her laughter was contagious, and despite the embarrassment, I was glad to see her enjoying herself.