Royalty Dance Studio Novels & Stories

The salon seemed to disappear around us, leaving only the five of us in a moment of intimate connection. While we were dancing, our bodies moved in perfect harmony. I felt the warmth of Prince Alexander next to me, and the electricity in the air was palpable. Our eyes met, and we could feel an indescribable feeling running through our souls. Jussara and Gisele watched us with lively smiles, sharing our joy. Prince Alexander not only danced with me, but also guided Jussara in elegant steps, while Gisele spun gracefully with a charming gentleman she had met during dinner. The whole salon was captivated by the harmony and beauty of those shared moments.

"Are expecting something greater than the last comeback." Gold keeps his mouth shut. Harry takes it as an opportunity to explain their side more. "Besides, we chose to enroll you in an obscured school." Harry rolls his eyes. "It's actually not a school! It's just a small studio. The dance instructor there isn't even a professional. He only acquired a permit to teach." "Yes. Just think of it as a technical vocational subject. After all, we can't let anyone else get the credit, right?" Mr. Lee smirks.

I had to dance with him to show our bond, and I had to make conversation with the other royals. “I can’t dance,” I admitted quickly, feeling the heat creep into my cheeks. “Or… I mean, I can. Just not to the kind of music you all listen to.” My thoughts drifted back to my old life, when Lucas and I would go to clubs, dance the night away, and feel the bass pounding through our chests. “I can find a dance instructor for you,” he replied. “Our dances aren’t too difficult, but you’ll probably need to learn how to let someone else lead.”

he says. I shake my head. I was hoping to stay away from the dance party part of the festivities. Unlike Irina, our parents never hired a dance coach to teach me any of the elegant dances that royals enjoy during feasts. They were certain that I would never get a royal mate and even if I did he would reject me. So I dance like a peasant. "Thanks for the offer but no. I have never danced like a royal. I would embarrass you if I danced in your party," I confess.

And I arched my back even more, my shoulders high as I stared back at my reflection that was cladded in a black bodycon jumpsuit, through the wide floor length mirror in the training room. We were currently at a dance training center to prepare for the new parent committee event that would be hosting in a month’s time. True to Lucia’s words, she had the tango dance performance included as the first thing on the list for an upcoming school event, and all parents in the classroom club were mandated to attend (Mrs. Thompson & her minions).

I have workload so due to which few days, I’ll be not going to the studio. AR Dance Academy is a renowned dance academy in the country. The various dance forms are taught in the AR dance academy. There is a Manager who is managing the whole Academy. The top floor of the dance academy is wholly for me. My Floor has small receptionist corner, one bedroom with attached Bathroom and then a big rehearsal room/dance room.

Then without warning, his large hand wrapped around mine, warm, and steady. My breath caught instantly. “You’re shaking,” he whispered softly. The touch alone sent heat spiraling through me. “I noticed,” I whispered. His golden eyes flickered with concern. Before either of us could say more, one of the elders approached carefully. “Your Majesty,” he said respectfully, bowing low. Vyan’s expression cooled immediately. “Yes?” “The royal court wishes to witness the first royal dance.” The entire hall seemed to grow quieter after those words. My stomach tightened. Dance?

He put his fork down, his rich dark eyes looking at me with gentle care. "Lucy told me you spent two hours in the grand room this afternoon," Leo said, a tiny smile on his face. "Are you moving my chairs around, or should I be worried?" My face went red, and I poked at a piece of food on my plate. "I... I was practicing." "Practicing what?" "Dancing," I whispered softly, keeping my eyes down. "The royal dance for the big party." Leo stopped, his face growing soft. "Ivy... you do not have to force yourself to learn hard royal dances if it makes you worried. If you just want to stand by my side, or skip the dance completely, I will cancel it right away."

I held his bigger hand in mine as we walked through the doors, a large studio with light wooden floors and mirrors lining the walls and bright lighting shoots from the ceiling. “Come on, baby.” He led me into the studio and locked the door behind him. The air is cool, nipping at the little exposed ski on my arms. “You know I can't dance, right?” I informed him more than asked. He deeply chuckled at my admittance. “Yet,” he corrected. He walked to the corner where a large stereo stood on the hardwood and flicked a nob, bringing sound into the once echoing room. “We held ceremonies and formal balla at the mansion, we have to teach you how to act at the events so you don't feel out of place be

Maya Cyrus counted the tickets for the second time before putting them into their envelopes. There were five tickets in total and she intended on giving them to her parents, siblings and Wanda at dinner later that day. The tickets were for a production by the American Ballet Theatre where she was a ballerina. Maya's interest in ballet was noticed first by her mother when she was six, and she joined an academy when she was seven. Maya served as an apprentice and joined some of the Ballet Theatre's production as a corps de ballet dancer but when she turned sixteen, she joined the theatre officially.