Sans Dancing Novels & Stories

Johnson ignored them. Danice straightened her back, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face. So this gamble didn’t work. Maybe my mother and Mrs. Johnson really were only casual schoolmates. Too bad—she had hoped to learn more about her mother. There’s no other way now. “I’ve only been dancing a few months,” she admitted. “Please bear with me.” Danice was about to perform the dance her instructor had taught her, but it was the kind usually performed at banquets and required a partner. She worried it might feel incomplete if she danced it alone.

I look around the room to find Dash shaking his head. Grabbing a new drink from the bar, I walk to the window, shielding us from the crowd, and start scanning the dancing bodies. I was never a good dancer, and that’s okay because dancing is not something a man like me should be seen doing anyway. Couples rubbing their bodies against each other, women trying to provoke men to spend their money on them, and then I see her.

I walked to the side of the hall and waited there, while everyone started showing off their moves on the famous 70s song, Hot Stuff by Donna Summer. I enjoyed watching everyone dancing in the 70s style. Some were dancing willingly while some were dancing so that they are not forced to serve to their partner. Whereas, I felt lucky to get Dylan as my partner who understood my situation so well and didn’t mind me not dancing with him. I swung my body slowly from left to right in accordance with the song. While dancing, I looked here and there for Dylan but I couldn’t find him anywhere. “Where is Dylan?” I whispered to myself. “If anyone finds me here alone and not dancing, then I am gone…” I sa

My thong grows damp from the heat between my legs, making me squeeze my thighs together. He snakes one of his hands across my waist to my stomach and pulls my back closer to him while his other hand makes its way to my left breast. I open my eyes and see Jade standing in front of me wide-eyed. Embarrassment, from my drunken encounter with some guy I don’t even know, causes me to stop what I am doing and take a step away from him. “Do you realize who you are dancing with Savannah?” she mouths at me frantically. I give her a weird look before turning around to see Nathan Daniels smiling at me.

She had been working there for a few months now, and although she hated the job, it paid the bills. Avila slid down the pole one last time, picking up the cash that had been thrown at her feet. She gave a curt nod to the DJ, signaling the end of her routine, and made her way backstage. She changed out of her skimpy outfit and into her street clothes, trying to ignore the lecherous stares of the other dancers. As she sat there on that black stool in the changing room, all she could do was think about the one thing that stayed rent-free in her head. It was how she got to where she was at that point in her life.

I hissed and start to play the instrumental version of 'Keep On Dancing' song before I get back on my position. I repeat the same process, from the first position up until the last one. I also do some basic techniques without holding a barre. I remain my right arm at rest but I'm trying to lift it a little for a short period of time not forcing it to move like I used to do when I was not injured. I need this, my body needs to cope up with what happen to me. People around me might don't understand it, but dancing is the thing that I wanted to do everyday and I won't let a simple wound to forbid me in participating the La Sylphide performance.

LISA'S POV I was dancing to butter by BTS. When I heard some gasp behind me. "Wow! Lisa, where did you learn how to dance that way? Janet, one of my co-workers or should I say (co cleaners) , asked me, staring at me surprisingly. "Awwn, haven't you seen me dancing before? I am very good at it, that is one of my favorite things in the world. Do you want me to teach you? I asked her

Even if they came across me on the outside, their faces wouldn't betray a single hint of recognition. I loved this place, because it allowed me to unleash my true self. "My dearest patrons…" I threw the rose into the crowd, watching as they scrambled to catch it. "Thank you for watching my dance." I bowed gracefully, before hooking a finger under my bodice, slipping it off. "My name is Rose, and I will be having the pleasure of performing for you starting today." I scanned their faces, picking out tonight's target. This really was… An intoxicating night!

When they were in the middle of the dance floor, “Uhm, is what we're going to do now the same as what we did in the performance?” Xania asked. “Not necessarily,” Vince replied. “Hah? Elaborate on it Tsong,” Xania replied. He let out a sigh and just smiled at the innocent Xania. “Just follow my lead Xania. No steps are needed here,” Vince replied. And that’s exactly what Xania did. ... Maybe because of the amount of songs, or maybe because of the beauty of the songs so Xania didn't realize the time. They danced when,

“That’s what you need to figure out.” That answer didn’t help at all. I leaned forward, resting my elbow on the table. “It still doesn’t explain why she made me the lead dancer , I don’t dance! I have never danced a silk veil or whatever in my entire life, What even is that ? .” Anastasia laughed suddenly, almost choking on her drink. “You don’t dance?” she repeated. “Lily, you walk like you already know rhythm exists.” “I don’t…it’s not funny ,” I said giggling