I'm An Albatraoz Just Dance Novels & Stories

‘Over to you komondor,’ said Taylor, the Komondor stood up close to the flat screened wall which produced different images of great and extra ordinary dancers from different parts of the world. Prince Ali Abdul, grandson of the king of Saudi Arabia, Super elastic, the acrobat, Mario Zayne, the Philipine, Evan Cole UK’s best dancer, Robin Kahn German, Tiger, U.S.A. Rick Ranchrodas, an Indian and Wesley Gibbs, former leader of the Phoenix. In fact, we were sending mails to everyone who is willing to bring down the Dance Empire and the Invincibles.

Then he glanced at Iyah’s direction and she blushed. “Okay everyone, let’s go party and enjoy the night! DJ JD set the stargazer on fire!” Renzo finally said before stepping down from the DJ’s booth. JD put his headphone on his ears, flicked switches in front of him and connected wires to the control and soon a catchy rocking dance beat reverberated inside the bar. JD nodded his head in tune to the music as everybody stood up and went to the dance floor. But Iyah just stared at him, mesmerized. Then Calli pulled her to the dance floor.

I say, staring into his ocean-green eyes. Tobias has a serious face, but from what I can tell, he is approachable and easygoing. His large mouth gives him a smile that doesn't go unnoticed by both female and male onlookers around us. Without warning, he stands up and extends his hand to me, inviting me to dance to the slow song that is now playing, which happens to be "Thinking Out Loud" by Ed Sheeran, a song I also love. I look at his hand and immediately remember the dream I had earlier.

He would start by watching five of us, and if he was satisfied, the rest would be considered for a future opportunity. The first name he called was mine. Of course, I hadn’t registered with my real name—I used the pseudonym Almendra. I smiled like a little girl, grinning from ear to ear, just because I’d been chosen first. Then he called four more women. We would dance in the order we were selected, so I went first. I chose a very sensual version of the song “Feeling Good” and started moving like a cat trying to catch the attention of the alpha male. I put into practice everything I’d learned in dance class and added a sensuality that had been repressed for far too long.

Tu aata hai seena main Jab jab saasein bhartee hoon Tere dil ki gaaliyon se Main har roz guzarti hoon Hawa ke jaise chalta hain tu Main ret jaise udti hoon Kaun tuhje yoon pyaar karega Jaise main karti hoon Arpita and Aryan danced on this song but throughout the dance Arpita's eyes were locked with Aditya who was looking at her with a daze. Everyone was enthralled seeing Arpita's performance. She was moving so gracefully like a pro. When they ended their performance, their was a loud round of applause and Arpita was pulled in hugs by all of them.

"You don't need to do that, Lara. Just ignore their teasing." "No, I want to!" She couldn't do anything but be pulled by her friends to the center of the dance floor. The crowd surrounded us, and surprisingly, I didn't feel nervous at all. I felt excited because it was the first time I was going to do this. I held a salt shaker in my left hand, which I would use on Drake. They would decide which part of his body I should focus on.

Maybe I'm over reacting, he's not bad at all. "Who can I dance with ?!" I over heard Demi. He laughed noticing my reaction. We're in Cafeteria when its instilled on me. My eyes immediately hit Alforo. He smiled to Demi then gently darted his gaze on me. "You Alforo, what are you going to wear?" "Maybe you have a lot to dance for ?!" I shook and lined up, leaving Demi. I ordered my regular orange juice and just a pasta. I averted my gaze from Alforo as I approached them.

“Good morning. What’s your name?” “Eve Edward.” “Alright, Eve. I’m Aria Rutherford,” she gestured to the man beside her, “This is Roberto Nolan, next to him is Elisha Jerome, and the young man there is Felix Omega.” Each judge gave a nod—except Felix. He simply flicked his gaze up at me with disinterest, then looked back down at his phone. Charming. Aria continued, “Are you here to act, sing, or dance?” “Dance.”

this was. I had underestimated Brian. In just a few days, he'd once again gained access to Sandra's most private spaces. After dismissing Dennis, I sat alone, thinking. Then I picked up my phone and dialed her number. The ringtone looped several times before she finally answered. "Randy? What is it?" Her voice was breathy, cheerful. "I was dancing—didn't hear the phone." When she was stressed or upset, she liked to dance behind closed doors.

King Rasheed smirks at me. “Of course!” I say. We walk away and he leads me to the dance floor. “Aren’t you and the future Queen Luna supposed to dance first?” I ask. He says nothing and we meet in the middle of the dance floor. The music starts to play and for a second, I am startled at the song selection, “beautiful as you” by All-4-one. Rasheed smirks. He puts one hand at the small of my back and the other gently grabs my hand. I place my right hand near his shoulder and the other in his hand, and we begin to dance.