Mackenzie Ziegler From Dance Moms Novels & Stories

Just like me, my mom couldn’t stop her amusement when she laid her eyes on Dale’s house. “Auntie, you can spend your time in the garden while we are on practice,” Dale stated, handing my mom a glass of juice. “No need,” my mom opposed and took a sip of her juice. “I am going to help you two.” The three of us headed to the dance practice room above. We performed our first part. When we finished doing our part, my mom couldn’t stop clapping her hands, giving us her suspicious smile. The next scene I know was when my mother joined us and taught us the appropriate dance move that will suit the music given to us. My mom held the title “Dancing Queen” during her high school days. It’s not hard for

The dance hadn’t even started and already I could see my mother was furious. When Jace and Izariah stopped and readied themselves for the dance, I noticed that Izariah had a better posture than Jace did. That alone impressed me because Jace had been trained to dance by one of the top dancers in the world. Parents like ours went to great lengths and spent a lot of money to give us an education that others could only dream of. The music began to play, and I became transfixed by Izariah. She moved gracefully and there was a serenity about her that was breathtaking. I managed to pull my eyes away momentarily, just so I could look at the others that were watching them.

I ask, raising an eyebrow. Dad flips the phone so I can see properly. My mom, spinning, holding Zaiden in her arms. “My adorable grandson won’t eat unless I dance,” she says, her eyes twinkling like it’s the most important thing in the universe. “So I dance.” Zaiden laughs, spilling a little food, reaching for the phone screen. My chest warms. I laugh too, a real laugh, not the polite kind I’ve been holding in for months. “I’m sorry I’m putting you through this,” I say quietly.

Zamora would make her one that looked exactly the same. She even talked about her ballet days. When she was little, she thought dancing was too hard and wanted to quit. Her dad hit her, forcing her to stick with it. She turned to her mom for help, but her mom didn’t back her up. Angry, she ran away from home and ended up at Mrs. Zamora’s house.

Without giving up, I told Teresa and the planning committee to keep looking for dance coaches. When I got home, I heaved a deep sigh as I headed into my house. As I walked through the front door of my mansion, the sound of Zenobia's excited voice reached my ears, and a smile crept up on my face. I had missed my daughter, and listening to her talk made me feel at ease. "Dad, Charlene is such a good coach. Look at this dance she taught me," Zenobia exclaimed, showing me a complicated series of moves as I entered. She was too excited and didn’t let me sit down before informing me about her dance lessons.

It had been a long time since I danced seriously but I still had it in me anyway. "What makes you so sure that your group is going to win?"McKenzie chuckled as she leaned herself against the wall ,her muscular arms crossed over her chest "I mean we literally have a professional choreographer helping us , putting a dance together and you don't. So what are the odds Sunshine?" "Really?"I laughed , turning away from the mirror to face her"So because you have a choreographer helping you guys and you think you are winning ?" My group and I were having a little break so I had decided to use that chance to go to the ladies room and I guess McKenzie saw me and followed me because when I came out of

But I was also bracing myself in case they confronted me one day. Zoey and I had the opportunity to talk and catch up. She finally revealed her secret club, the Dance Club, and explained why she became a member. She turned out to be the Star Dancer there. Zoey's talent astounded me. When I asked her why I hadn't seen any pictures or evidence of her involvement with dancing, she explained that she kept it because she wanted to forget about it. She stated that she wished to forget dancing because Zoey always remembers her mother when she does it. When she was younger, her mother would always ask her to dance, and her mother would be overjoyed every time she saw Zoey dance.

"But let's be real. The highlight wasn't the speech. It was the dance." The air at the table shifted infinitesimally. I stiffened, focusing very hard on cutting a piece of chicken. "I don't know how you stayed put, Dad," Treyvan said, leaning toward Dad. "Cici looked like an angel, pure as driven snow, and Zacian looked like the devil planning exactly how to corrupt her." Dad’s fork paused halfway to his mouth. "Zacian knows how to dance, Treyvan. It’s a requirement of his pedigree."

Everyone cheers and claps again. “And our Prom Queen is….Maddison Sinclair!” Thank FUCK. She runs up and her and Xander share a dance, which neither of them take seriously and they go back to their dates. All of the shit we went through panned out in the end and the look on Mackenzie’s face was definitely worth it. We dance the night away and I can’t seem to remember a time I was this happy. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Imeela said just as the song changed into one suitable for it. Ziyah looked suspiciously between them before pecking my lips and followed Jackson to the other side of the dance floor. Hmm… color me fucking curious as to what this was really about. Luckily, I knew how to dance this way for this and held my arms appropriately for her. Then we were off. I was not surprised that Imeela knew how to dance this way as well. “My parents absolutely loved Ziyah. They spoke of her with nothing but reverence and warmth. I grew up learning about this incredible woman, but I never thought that I would get the chance to meet her because she had gone missing before I was born.”