Dash Dancing Novels & Stories

It was clear to both of them that Shaun had no idea how to hold a blade defensively. Dasha decided to risk it and began stalking Shaun, dancing from side to side, her heels clicking on the floor tiles as Shaun swung the knife. It was a truly amazing and horrifying sight to see the elegant older woman with her hair in complete disarray and Shaun's blood smeared down her white fitted sweater.

Melissa cried all through, getting to put a lot of makeup on her face made her look less of a lost drunk girl. About thirty minutes to their dance, Jake her partner decided to take their intro routine with her. "We are dancing FADED by Alen walker, not Salsa!" Jake said in surprise as Melissa missed the step again "You are not yourself, Melissa" Jake whispered as Melissa danced to him. According to the dance, they spilled and walked towards each other slowly on their toes.

EVELESSA "Go again.." I'm back to school again and it's hell all over again because for some reason, Davina is on the war path. The bass drops and I let it take me. My hips roll slow, then sharp. My shoulders snap. My hair whips across my face and I don’t bother fixing it. I feel the wolf under my skin hum in approval. Dance is the only thing that makes my chaos align. “Again!” Coach yells.

She suddenly looked behind her but she didn't see anything. "Who are you?" She asked. "Alyssa," called her name again. It was like a whisper. "My goodness!" Alyssa said in shock, when she turned her head she saw Daisy's face very close to her. Daisy pulled her right hand. "Help us, Alyssa," Daisy said and started dancing. Her costume is like a ballerina. Daisy was beautiful in what she was wearing. She was dancing while holding one of Alyssa's hands which she was also dancing with. She didn't know how to dance but at that time she was with Daisy's every move.

TRINITY. The bass is pounding through my bones when I step onto the main stage. Thursday nights are always packed, but tonight feels different. The energy is charged, electric, and I'm feeding off it as I grab the pole in my signature red set—barely there scraps of lace that leave almost nothing to the imagination. I'm Daisy here. Not Trinity Lambert, graduate student drowning in debt and thesis anxiety. Just Daisy. The lights hit me and I begin to move, letting the music take over. This is the only time I feel completely free—when I'm dancing, when I'm in control, when nothing else matters.

But wait don't you think this needs a dance yeah i think so. I played " No more sad song by Little Mix" and i kept dancing yeah apart from food the thing i love most in this world is dancing sometimes i do go for competitions done in the streets and i always come as the winner well you know what my mum knows about my obesity with music and dancing but she doesn't know i go for competitions why because she hates it she doesn't want me to go to music line. She get furious anytime she sees me doing it but i don't care why because I am me. I danced for like two hours but i kept feeling I am forgetting something i wonder what that is. Oh my God my job! its past an hour already what am I gonna do

The dance started about twenty minutes ago. It was a waltz dance where you switch partners with every song. Normally we waiters aren't supposed to be on the dance floor but who cares, it wasn't like anyone was watching besides, I promised to save a dance for Dylan. The song finished and I let go of my partner. He was the fifth man I'd danced with that night and my feet were starting to hurt. The shoes I had on were a size smaller which made it difficult to keep walking around or dancing in them but then again I couldn't pull them off, not when there were disdainful elites at every corner of the room. Besides, I felt that bit wearing shoes would ruin my dress and whole look.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special treat for you this evening. We would like to showcase the talent and unity of our school community by presenting a beautiful dance performance by two extraordinary mothers. Please give a warm welcome to Maria and Li-lah!" As Ms. Rodriguez's voice echoed through the hall, the spotlight gracefully shifted, illuminating Maria, resplendent in a vibrant red bachata dance dress. Her slender figure exuded confidence as she stood tall and poised, ready for the performance. Next to her, Li-lah stood in a sharp suit, her hair neatly styled and her demeanor exuding strength. As the music began to play, the crowd was transported into a world of mesmerizing moveme

tautly Valerie stepped onto the floor and awed them all with her dancing. She gazed across the lacquered wooden tiles and, with a sudden burst of courage that she hadn’t known she’d possessed, stepped onto the dance floor. As the thrumming rhythm of classical music whispered into her ears, she began to dance. Sliding her right foot back and the other one forward, she dropped low so that her dress brushed the ground, then sprang back up again, so quickly that she got whiplash. She threw her arms out and waved them from side to side, perfectly in tune with the beat, before jumping into the air. Her dress spun around her and for a moment it felt like she was flying … then the ground was beneath

Carson said, picking up Ashley and holding her on one arm while pretending to dance. "C Bug. Come dance with us please." Ashley called to me. I walked over and Carson offered me his free hand. He twirled me around as Ashley giggled. I smiled, stepping away. I bowed to Carson and said, "Thank you for the dance." I turned to my Mom and Luna Maisie and said, "This is the dress. We will need crinoline skirts for them, I think royal blue. And then matching royal blue ballet slippers. Is there enough time to get them?"