Studio One Dance Academy Novels & Stories

The handsome man in jeans spoke to me. "This is Stephen, our senior engineer in charge of this project." Christian said, facing me and introducing the man. I smiled at him in greeting which he acknowledged with a nod of his head. "How is the planning coming along for the opening event?" Christian asked him. "The party will be at Richard's hall." Stephen started. Richard's Hall was one of the biggest in St Louis and quite expensive to hold a party in. I didn't need to bother though, Christian and his company are not worried about expensive.

Still, she can’t judge a book by its cover. Next comes the dance practice at a private workshop branched off the notorious 1MILLION studio residing in the main part of New York, courtesy of Lance’s lavish ass. Formerly majoring in dance, Ariana easily trains with Tasha, his lively instructor, and enjoys taking on the floor. Tasha praises her natural talent and insists they work on something outside of her formal lessons once in a while. Alex soon joins them with his own moves once the session is over and the studio is emptied.

But I'm not. "turu don't worry baby. He will be fine but now you have to focus on your dance. You have to win so you can make your dream come true." Stuti said and I can't help but agree with her I have to win this opportunity at any cost. Training from that academy can change my life completely. " Yes you're right, "I said and she smiled Days passed away in a hurry as the day of completion came. I have practiced my performance many times and have combined three dance styles in one hope it will work for me.

" No. No. I am fine. But are you sure? There are lots of talented people who are going to join you and -" " Are you afraid of losing to them? Leona. Isn't it your dream?" Leona's wide-open eyes spark with surprise, nibbling her bottom lip, she hangs her head down. " I will arrange a partner who will practice with you from tomorrow. If you still think it's not your cup of tea, we can change it! But it won't hurt to try, right?" " Yes!" Sophie smiles collecting the stuff. " Since it's your first day, Go and look around the studio. After that, you can go back home. Our studio will provide your costume according to the type of your dance style. "

I ended up failing every exam. Finals were coming up soon. If I failed one more time, I would be forced to drop out of the academy. After dinner that evening, my dance instructor, Cameron Carter, called me to the studio and offered to help me practice. I pushed open the door and walked in. The dance studio, which was usually packed with students, was now empty except for Cameron and me. He stood in the center of the room, his eyes roaming over me while a faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Another second passes before she finally speaks. "In collaboration with a project currently underway, the Dreams of Sheol Academy of Dance and Asmodeus' School of Music have produced a ballet specifically for this occasion. It is the first completed work of many to come, directed by Madame Batiste. Please enjoy Rising Beyond the Light," she says to the crowd, who immediately clap but remain silent as the director; presumably Madame Batise, takes her spot.

I needed to cool off before I said something stupid. The hallway to the dance studio was quiet except for the muffled beat of music leaking from under the door. I slipped inside, inhaling the familiar smell of resin and polish. The studio was bright with mirrored walls and the floor was warm under my socks. Someone was already moving in the center of the room — a boy about my age, tall and wiry with brown curls falling into his eyes. He was running through a contemporary routine with such ease it made me stop in my tracks. His movements were sharp and then fluid, like he was pouring emotion straight onto the floor.

"I'm Dante. Ready for your first lesson?" "Yes," Sophia managed, suddenly very aware of how little her outfit left to the imagination—sports bra and a skirt that barely covered her ass. "Good." Dante moved closer, circling her like a predator assessing prey. "But first, I need to see how you move. Natural movement, before I teach you anything. Dance for me. However feels right." "Just... dance? To what?" Dante hit a button on the sound system, and sensual Latin music filled the studio. "To this. Close your eyes. Feel the rhythm. Let your body respond."

This time, we can"t lose." When he said this, there was a deep meaning in his words. Nina also wanted to try her best. "Mr. Yoffey, don"t worry. I won"t embarrass you." However, this was not what Quidor was thinking about. He glanced at the floor of the dance studio. The floor looked very smooth, and it was easy to slip. "Let"s begin." After that, Quidor took Nina to the dance hall next door. Kristen had practiced with the three students for the whole morning. Since everyone had a basic dancing foundation, they learned some basic movements after teaching them once.

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).