Studio One Dance Academy Novels & Stories

Lila's pov Damon got off the table. “A while ago,” he said, his voice quieter now, “there was this protest. A big one. Hundreds of people gathered to speak out against the G.H.C. Kids were there, Lila. Families. People who had been hurt, who’d lost everything because of those bastards.”

A toothy grin forced itself onto my face at his compliment. “Thank you,” I said as his rumble to life On the way there, I ate a crunchy red apple and a granola bar. It filled me up somehow and twenty minutes later, with a full stomach, we arrived at our destination. “May I know where we are going?” I asked as he held my hand, parking the car between two lines. “A studio, I am going to teach you how to dance.” He smirked, stepping out of the car. You got another thing coming if you think I have anything but two left legs. 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 ceil

Soon, a low, vibrating hum filled the air. He brought the device to my ankle and slid it upward. The tingling sensation surged through me, reaching deep within me. I felt like my whole body was on fire. "This is the second session. The vibration helps stimulate the energy within you and get it moving." Henry ran the vibrating toy from my ankle to my knee, then to my inner thighs. He held the device there, continuously circling the area. The intense vibrations kept stimulating me, making me tremble from head to toe. Even the ball beneath me began to vibrate, and my body started to rise and fall rapidly.

she screams, her face became so red because she was angry. 'Damn this bitch!' Andy Lu just cursing her inside his heart. He changes the lane and drives to the dance studio. Meanwhile, at the dance studio, Richard helps Hai Rin practicing her dance steps. "One and two and three and up! Again! One more round girls!" Lily's voice echoing through the hall. All of the students followed the steps carefully with their partner including Richard and Hai Rin at the corner of the studio. "Alright! Take five everyone!" Lily said loudly and walk out of the studio, some of the students also walk out from the studio to take a break.

It has also been five days since we were practicing here in our school every day and today is the last day of our practice for our upcoming combined Intramurals and Academy Day which will be going to be held on this coming Monday already. At each year level, there is a dance competition in which different types of genres are assigned. The theme for Grade Seven is Zumba Dance, for Grade Eight is Folk Dance, for Grade Nine is Cha-Cha, for Grade Ten is Modern Dance while for us, the Senior High School Students is Festival Dance. The competition for Grade Eleven and Grade Twelve Senior High School students are by strands that is why the Grade Eleven students of the Humanities and Social Sciences

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.

Without a backward glance, I stepped into the elevator, letting the doors close and shut out Julian’s voice. I knew then that Julian was determined to make me lose this time. The stage design, sound effects, and backup dancers were handled by internationally renowned teams. On top of that, Averil had bribed the director and judges of the Dancer Show. "Miss Dean, this will be your stage." Jason Watson, the director, led me into a long-abandoned, dusty old studio. "Since you didn’t communicate your stage design requirements, we didn’t prepare anything. Oh, and it seems this sound system has some connectivity issues. Unfortunately, our station doesn’t have any spares at the moment. Perhaps you

Eight years later... I put my truck in park when I get to the dance studio. It's a little place on Main Street that I converted for Ursula a few years ago. When our daughter was old enough to ask for dance lessons, Ursula knew she wanted to be the one to teach her. That led to her getting her certificates and then opening this studio. I like to come by after working at the docks and watch her teach. She's so happy and lights up whenever she sees a child learn something she's taught them.

She rubbed her forehead at the thought, “if the dancer is interested but still on the fence, sweeten the pot with benefits. If she passes three months probation and sticks around, we’ll throw in health benefits like we do in the club. If she has a kid, it’s enough to make her stick.” “It’s so crazy it might work,” Pam mocked her. “I can’t have just you four in there working all the hours. We need a fifth. Keep me posted.” “I will,” Pam ended the call. Sasha sighed and rubbed her face as she moved on to the next email but then her phone started ringing again and she answered without looking at the display, “Sasha Smith.” “Sasha Smith, it’s Lucky.” “How is my favorite stage manager and IT guru

she traces a finger on my chest, stopping just to hold my chain before looking back at me “Shawn, call me Shawn. Now I’ll have you know that I have a degree in dancing school so you might look a little overshadowed when you’re standing next to me” I smirk before taking her hand and walking towards the dance floor “Really? You studied dance in school” She seemed amazed and a little doubtful “Naa that’s a lie” I chuckle “But I did attend a dance class for a year so that should make up for it” Oh shit! The drinks