Glitch Dance Central Novels & Stories

She just wanted to dance and have fun. She ordered a drink and started dancing as soon as she heard the music boomed on the speaker. People flooded the dance floor and she went with them. She wants to dance all night and forget about the world. The world doesn’t give her anything anyway but pain. She must have been dancing for a full hour when she felt thirsty, so she went to the bar and ordered a drink. A man tried to approach her but she was quick to stiffen her neck. She finished her drink as fast as she could and went back to dancing. She was really enjoying the music when she felt someone hold her hips. She tried to ignore it and move a bit so they wouldn't be touching but he moved clos

I stepped down from my seat and stepped on the dancefloor to shake and do a twist dance to "Under the Influence by Chris brown" I started twisting my waist like a snake and moving my hips seductively. I felt a man's hand snaked around my waist, the hand pushed me closer against the whole body. I couldn't care less about who it was before I started grinding hard on the stranger and by the time the song was over I could feel the strangers bulge against my ass.

I rush over to my phone and turn the music off. “What are y’all doing in here?” I ask breathlessly. “We were going to ask you if you wanted to watch a movie before dinner, but when we knocked you didn’t answer. "Holy Shit, Divina! We had no idea you could dance like that!” Gloria all but yelled at me. “Oh. I’ve been dancing since I was three. It’s my stress reliever and I just wanted to dance them away after today.” I say nervously. They are going to think I am such a dork.

I looked like a night worker pretending to have dignity. The “club “ wasn't even in a building. It was a big garage with bright neon lights and a bodyguard who hated smiling. I asked for flin. A man with piercings, tattoos and a spider ring stepped out from the shadows. “Lucia's the name, right?” I affirmed. “Dance is your forté, correct?” “Yes. Ballet. Contemporary. Anything that pays.” He screened me with his eyes. “Are you clean?” I nodded again.

But I refuse to let their preconceptions define my journey. “You dance, and we’ll dance,” says Theo, not sounding entirely convinced. He does something on his phone, and the music begins. It’s a pulsating bass that reverberates through the room. Mark, Danny, and Theo begin to dance with an effortless grace, their bodies interpreting the rhythm with precision and power. Each step, and each gesture, is a testament to their years of dedication and experience. They seem to belong to this world, like a well-worn groove in a vinyl record.

I bet there were so many rich and fucking handsome guys like Shane over there. I walked out of the bathroom, dancing to 'Bad Guy by Billie Eilish' which was playing on my phone. Yeah, I'm a pretty good dancer who loves shaking her ass and whining her tiny waist and because of my dancing skills, so many club owners had offered me a job to dance in their clubs.

he shrugs and keeps dancing, and then he stops behind Eden and whispers in his ear, "Dance with me," Eden ignores Hunter's protests and swears, and follows Harvey to the middle of the dancefloor. He tries to copy other people's movements and joins his boss in his dance. In a matter of seconds, his body starts moving at the beat rhythm. In a nightclub, it doesn't matter if you know how to dance or not, you just need to enjoy the music and let yourself go.

After a few more losses I moved back giving up on the game, he seemed to be enjoying and kept losing once in a while intentionally. The room was full and the music was blasting so loudly. The whole house was a pure mess with the smell of alcohol and perfumes all mixed up together, But I didn’t care, I was living in the moment. A new hit song by Jason Derulo boomed and I moved to the dance hall before tweeting my head and hands ready to do some real dancing. “You are going to embarrass yourself, stop now or forever down in regret,’’ my subconscious called out. “Go to hell, ‘’ I whispered as I pushed my hair back and began moving my body, vigorously, artistically with energy.

said a dancer who was wearing a short dress. They looked at me from head to toe, so I grabbed Mrs.'s arm. Gladice and simply hid behind him. "Crazy people, don't scare Justine, she will bring luck to this club." Mrs. Gladice said as she chukled.and we both headed to the front of a table here inside where a woman was sitting and apparently arranging money on her desk. "Cherille, I have someone who wants to work here as your dancer," said Mrs. Gladice and I were shown to the woman in front of us. He looked at me from head to toe and asked, "How old are you?" it asked me with its frightening voice.

"I'm so excited. My brother told me you're the best in Abuja. He said you used to dance in Lagos. He said you were famous. I've been so worried about the first dance—I don't want to step on my husband's feet. I'm a terrible dancer, really. Everyone says so. I have two left feet. I'm completely hopeless." Zara blinked. She had not expected this. This girl was nothing like Dante. She was sunshine and light and complete, joyful chaos. "I'm sure you're not hopeless," Zara said carefully. "Everyone has rhythm. It's just a matter of finding it." "See?" Amara turned to Dante, who was leaning against the doorframe, watching them. "I told you she'd be nice. Most people are so mean about my dancing."