Ethan From Dance Academy Novels & Stories

Ethan “Thank you, Mr. President, for your welcoming remarks. Now, may I request the couple to head to the dance floor for their couple’s dance?” Ethan stood up and offered his hand to Athena, which she gladly took it. They waltz around the dancefloor perfectly, and for the finale, Ethan twirled Athena away from him so she could twist back into his arms, and they could end it with a kiss. But as soon as she twirled away, the lights suddenly turned off. “What is going on?” Athena muttered, stopping in the middle, blinded by the darkness.

“He doesn’t get to own your attention anymore.” I nodded. Forced myself to turn back toward the fire and the light. I let myself in on the conversation Tyler had stirred about Khalid's poor choice of a necktie to which Khalid asked me to compliment. I did but it didn't stop their bickering. The event continued its buzz with glasses clinking and lovers going into corners to kiss. I resisted reaching further with my hearing to pry into some conversations at some point. I could hear enough just from where I stood. When the music shifted for the umpteenth time, Ethan extended his hand. “Dance with me?” he asked, voice low beneath the buzz of the crowd, the flicker of flames, and the approaching

Never had the freedom to do anything I liked and this was my chance to do so. And in a week of training with a dancing instructor who might have been the sweetest man I knew, I was blowing it because of the silly heart that wept for someone who wasn’t mine. “It’s a hard technique. No one can get it in a week”, Ethan’s smooth voice hit my shoulder and I could tell he meant well but I wasn’t even trying to master said technique. “I know” “You don’t have to beat yourself around about it” “I know!” I shouted; Ethan let go of me as my feet floated inside the pool all awkwardly.

At that moment the master of ceremonies announced to the guest to dance while the orchestra was playing music. "Would you do me the honor of a dance tonight?" Denver smiled charmingly and lifted his hand. Moriah took his hand, and Denver brought her to the dance floor. Ethan quietly seethed in anger when he saw Moriah's gown was backless. He specifically told the stylist what he wants for Moriah's gown, how dare they disobey his order. "I love to dance Ethan, can we dance?" Hazel fondly stroked Ethan's arm.

“Goodness!” “Raol… I’m going downstairs.” The girl spoke in his ear but amidst all the noise Raol could not hear anything. He was constantly looking at the screen while dancing happily. Ethan instantly stood up from his seat and climbed the stage, heading straight towards the staff member. He held the man from his collar and planted tight slap on his face, bringing him back to his senses. He then pushed the msn hard, making him fall strsight on Raol’s feet. ….

"One million dollars!" The man retreated, outpriced. The organizer slammed down his hammer. "Sold!" I walked toward Ethan, stunned. "You're crazy!" I whispered. Ethan's reply was low and husky. "Crazy for you." The crowd parted, stunned by Ethan's bold claim. As the last dance was sold, the lights dimmed, and slow music filled the air. Ethan offered his hand, leading me onto the dance floor. Under the spotlight, we glided across the floor, our bodies swaying in perfect harmony.

Archer and Serenity head over to the table with only one seat left and she tells him to take it. “You can have mine,” I told her and stood up. Archer pulls her onto his lap. “She can sit here,” My stomach drops. I try to shake off the feeling and talk to Zero and the others. I really tried to ignore Archer. Rose kept giving me pity glances. But I ignored her. “Since this is your goodbye party. It’s my honor to dance with you first,” Ethan tells me. I nod and we walk into the middle of the yard. A slow song I don’t know comes on and Ethan sways me around.

“Be that as it may, I won’t take that risk while you’re drunk. I will dance with you, though.” “I’m not drunk!” I push my fingers into his mouth. He nips them playfully with his teeth. I giggle. “You are very drunk, Princess.” He glances at the writhing mass of people on the dancefloor. “Let’s dance.” “I don’t know the moves.” Ethan nods at a couples of Wolves, spinning around and causing mayhem as others dodge out of their path. “I don’t think many of them do, either.” A grin spreads across my face, and I jump up. “Okay. Come on then.”

Frank and I finished everything but the dance lessons, I didn’t understand why Ethan decided to intervene now. I looked at Ethan skeptically, trying to gauge his reasoning. Why on Earth would he fire someone with only a few lessons left? What was in that folder? “Alright!” Ethan clapped his hands together and resumed the music. “Ready to dance?” Ethan swayed his body to the music, getting closer to me and bumping my hip with the side of his own in time with the rhythm. I giggled and couldn’t help myself. I grabbed his hand and he swung me around the room.

******* Ethan The dance performance had been going on for two minutes now, and Ethan finally understood why the Crystal group was called the best—why everyone loved them. Dressed in black ripped jackets and trousers, their moves were insanely good, hitting every beat with precision. Their bodies were flexible, especially Weston’s—he could bend his limbs effortlessly, almost inhumanly so. Jericho and Cole were skilled at breakdancing, but Xander? He was something else entirely. The guy moved like a damn robot.