Studio One Dance Academy Novels & Stories

"It's your night. You do what you want in order to have fun together. Wear your collars and cuffs. They don't have to be lit, but I want everyone to know you're both taken." "Yes, Master. Thank you, sir." "William, what are your plans?" "To take Regina home and then I think my slave and I should go out dancing. We haven't been in awhile. Can you suggest a place?" "Studio 65 has both private and group lessons with dancing after. Lots of latin type dancing, tango, salsa, rhumba and samba, but general ballroom stuff as well." "Then that's where we'll be going." "Actually, that sounds like fun. Would you mind if Julia and I joined you?"

I worked my ass off for the audition. I meant that as literally as I could get. Kimmy was a good coach at helping me with the dance moves and teaching me when and how to remove my top during the dance, which was kind of embarrassing, but I knew it was necessary. It was uncomfortable for the first few times, but after doing the dance routine over and over again, it became easier to let her see me half nude on the little stage of the studio where she and a few other girls practiced. Kade owned the building, and a few of the girls who worked for him would go and work out there and practice new routines and such.

Sophia could barely walk, but Dante led her upstairs to a smaller studio....more intimate, with thicker walls and no windows to the street below. "This is where I take my advanced students," Dante explained, locking the door behind them. "The ones who are ready for... specialized instruction." "What kind of instruction?" Sophia asked, though she thought she knew. "The kind where I teach you exactly what your body is capable of. The kind where you learn to move in ways you never imagined." He moved closer, backing her toward the barre that ran along one wall. "The kind where rhythm becomes religion."

I ask. "Of course," Jerome says. "Tomorrow at ten in the morning, come to the Zion Valley Circle. I will introduce you to our lead dance master, Crystal. Be ready, Master Monroe." "Thank you," I breathe out real soft. "But I can only stay with the dance troupe for three or four months, Mr. Jerome. I passed the great Master Dories' audition before. Once my baby pup is born next winter, I am going across the sea to study other pack arts. Is that going to be okay?"

Jane congratulated me and told me that the following day, a social media advertising campaign would begin—which meant a wave of potential clients was on its way. During the afternoon break, I couldn’t resist the urge and slipped into an empty studio. I played a Madonna song and let the music take over me. I was thrilled to be dancing in a professional studio—I felt like a real dancer. I didn’t notice that someone had been watching me. When I finished my dance, Jane applauded enthusiastically. I felt embarrassed, my cheeks flushed red. She told me I had nothing to be ashamed of—that I had real talent.

She could hear laughter on the other side—bright and light and full of joy. "I can give her that," she said. "I can give her the dance. But I can't promise she won't see through me." "She won't." Dante opened the door. "Because you're going to be the best dance instructor she has ever had. And for one month, you're going to pretend you're just a woman who loves to dance." He stepped aside, and Zara walked through the door. --- Amara Nwosu was even more beautiful than her photograph.

You might think I'm saying bad things about her, but you will get to know about her. I am really bad at dancing. I just love rapping. Sometimes I try to sing but my voice is eeew you wouldn't wanna listen to it. I am 16years old and will be 17 next year. Most times I go to Queen Bee to teach me some dance steps she does teach me but not without a lot of embarrassment from her and her minions. You may be thinking why don't I just get a private dance tutor to teach me?

I can hear the pattering of ballet flats against he flor and know that April is right behind my tail. "So, is that the routine you want to use for the next recital?" "Yes." I sit down in my chair, watching as April places my hat on the hook against the wall, then sits down opposite me with her chart in hand. I brought April on a few months ago when I decided to teach not only children but adults. Jumping into Choreographed dance and being able to hire on instructors will give me the ability to some day branch out and expand The Studio. She's a powerful motivator, loving the idea of dance being a way to communicate. She's young, only twenty, but has proven herself to be everything I needed in

Kyle nodded, "I see, but is there a way for us to see him performing?" I thought about what he proposed to Damian and me yesterday. "He told us that we can come to the dance academy." "Great! Do you think I can go too?" "I think it's alright, you're going for a good reason anyway." ~ The practice room was full of teenagers, boys and girls were looking at their choreographer's dance steps through the mirror. The choreography seemed tough, but they were quick learners. I was so impressed that I wanted to stand up and join them.

I gasped when the student hit the pads. In the middle of the gym, I saw Mr. Reynolds, the instructor. He was tall but skinny. He wore black slacks with a black polo. His black hair slicked back, which looked like how I envisioned Dracula would look. He blew a whistle that hung around his neck when the student went flying. “That’s it, Brayden! Scott, are you good?” He yelled. I noticed Mr. Reynolds had his fangs protruding from his gums. Well, I guess Dracula was a good observation I thought to Myself. The student stumbled out of the foam pieces and put a thumbs up and walked back over to his partner.