Película Baila Conmigo Novels & Stories

Right? I glance over at him laughing with Patrick and Ameer and he seems perfectly okay. Maybe I'm letting Bliss' words get to me too much. "Do you want to dance?" Bliss asks, pulling me to the dance floor before I have a chance to answer. "Chandelier" by Sia blares on the speaker and we dance and sing loudly. I'm having so much fun, I could care less who's watching us.

"Mama taught us! Mama knows ALL the dances. She knows salsa and merengue and—and—what's the other one, Mama? The one with the hips?" "Bachata," Mia supplies. Her voice is strained. "Yeah! That one! She's really good! You should see her! Oh wait—you DID see her! Just now! When she was spinning! Wasn't she amazing?" "She was," I say, looking directly at Mia. "She is." Mia looks away. Her hand comes up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear even though it doesn't need tucking. It's a nervous gesture. I remember it.

Other couples joined them on the dance floor, matching their slow and measured waltz, and soon, the room was filled with rotating couples that all looked the same, moving stiffly to the ¾ tempo of Blue Danube by Johann Strauss. Sebastian guided them to their table, and Celine hugged her dad, who had tears in his eyes. She watched her sister dancing with Dr. Gururaj or Jai, as he now insisted she call him. Andrei danced with Kim while a broken-hearted, angry Matteo drank. Sebastian grabbed Amara and taught her how to waltz, and Celine’s heart filled to bursting when he did.

“Dance? Now?” “Why not? We came here to have fun, didn’t we?” she says, grabbing my arm and pulling me along. I laugh, allowing myself to be dragged onto the dancefloor. The music shifts to a slower, more rhythmic beat, and soon we’re swaying to the melody, our mocktails forgotten on the bar. Juniper’s energy is infectious, and soon enough, I’m lost in the moment too, moving to the music without a care in the world. The lights flash around us, casting colorful shadows on the floor, and for a while, it feels like nothing else matters.

I need to relax for at least one night. "Nothing. Let's go dance." Crystal says. "Yes, lets." I hear Mia say by my side. They both grab my arms and pull me with them. The dance floor is intense. There are people all around me. Boys and girls dancing like there is no tomorrow. Mia and Crystal are by my side jumping up and down to the eclectic music. Mia looks at me and frowns when she sees I'm not moving.

What is wrong with this guy? I rolled my eyes at him angrily and focused on my dance partner. I'm gonna show that I can twist my waist too, that I can move my hands freely, and even lift thighs too. I exerted more effort into my waist movement and Miguel held me in the right manner, showing that he can be a great dancer too. I was also displaying my skills and strength, trying to prove that not only Margarita can dance like Shakira. I can be Shakira too, but the moment Miguel spun me multiple times and tried to grab my thigh too, I screamed for my life.

My legs aren’t working right, but I make quick work getting the fuck out of dodge. Jess is gone, and so is Willow. Amanda finds me, though, and she’s with the girl who gave me the pill. We dance and dance until I don’t think I can move anymore. My thoughts go blissfully blank. No more Greyson, no more Paris, no more ballet. Just music and my heartbeat and the lights dancing across our skin.

Michael grabbed his wife, Jenifer, spinning her around, and hell, even my parents, who never dance at events, joined in. When Never Too Much by Luther came on, the whole place came alive. It felt like one big family reunion. Then the tempo slowed. The first soft notes of Against All Odds by Phil Collins filled the air. Without thinking, I walked up to Aria and held out my hand. “Dance with me,” I said. She hesitated for a second but then nodded, slipping her hand into mine. We ended up next to an elderly couple, and she giggled. “So, is this our song now?”

he instructs with a warm smile. He takes a step and I mirror it, deciding to trust him completely. If I fall and bust my ass, I know he'll catch me. As the dance unfolds, the music envelops us in its lively embrace as we move in sync. Step by step, twirl by twirl, I slowly become more confident...more immersed in the connection we share.

"I will dance with you." The child beams at me, eyes widening as I hook the rose behind my ear and touch her hand. I throw a glance at Xaveir who nods at me with a proud smile. I smile back, his happiness making me happy as I guide Bel towards the dance floor where other couples are already synchronizing with the music.