Studio One Dance Academy Novels & Stories

When they walked in, they could see themselves on every wall. Zara looked back at Shawn, confused. "This is the dance studio," Shawn explained. "You dance?" Zara blurted out, then immediately felt silly for asking. Shawn just smiled a little. "It's for you." "For me?" Zara was surprised. "Me?" "Weren't you the one who loved to dance? Forgot about that?" Shawn leaned on the barre that dancers use for stretching with his arms folded. He was watching her. Zara hesitated, saying, "No, I haven't forgotten."

The music stops and heavy silence follows. She doesn't raise her voice. She never does, which somehow makes it worse. She walks down the studio slowly, hands clasped behind her back, looking at us the way a person looks at something they are deeply disappointed in but not yet surprised by. "This formation has been in the sequence for two weeks. Your body should know it by now. Your body should want it." She pauses at the center of the room. "If not, then are you really a dancer? Why waste your parents’ efforts to send you to the best and most expensive dance academy in America?”

With her slender figure, her dancing was still quite graceful. The Dance Academy's Principal, Mrs. Blackwood, was very approachable. "You can start as an intern," she said. "Your basic skills are quite good. Go get a teaching certificate, and you'll be fine." "Alright." During her free time, she had been longing for a job! She cherished this opportunity. At this moment, she had to thank Andrew.She didn't like dancing, but Andrew had threatened her that if she didn't learn to dance, she wouldn't be allowed to go to school. So, she had no choice but to learn.

♠️ MARLENE ♠️ The studio mirrors reflected a version of me I barely recognized. Sweat dripped down my temples as I landed the final fouetté sequence, arms slicing through the air, body spinning like it could outrun everything chasing me. The instructor clapped once—sharp, approving—but the sound felt distant. Blackwood Academy’s elite ballet program didn’t pause for scandals. If anything, the whispers got louder. I could feel them even now, between counts.

I step back forming my lips into thin line and then I outstretched my both arms. The slow smooth music start to filled the whole dance studio and I shut my eyes releasing all the tension of my body. I smile and lift my body using my toe and spin around. I start to count moving my body smoothly. I closed my eyes as I stand straight with proper placement of my both feet and hand.

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.

MORGANA’S POV It was exactly 12 noon. The dance studio echoed with the thump of bass-heavy music as my girls and I rehearsed our choreography. The mirrors reflected our synchronized movements, a vision of perfection—almost. Mr. Jefferson, our dance instructor, stood by the sound system, arms folded, watching every twist and flick of our bodies with hawk-like precision. Except for the girl on the far right—Katherine—we were killing it. He raised one hand, palm out. The universal signal. Pause.

After all, no proper brother would secretly watch his sister change clothes, right? Everything was just as I liked it. … "Miss Odette, we've seen your resume, and it's very impressive." I smiled bashfully and replied, "Thank you." "But I’m curious—why would someone with your qualifications want to work as a piano teacher at remedial classes like ours?" The recruiter asked curiously. "I'm sure a proper institution would fit you better?" I'd already expected this question, so I just recited the answer I memorized beforehand. "My health isn't the best, so I need to perform regular check-ups. The flexible hours here are more suitable for me."

Most of the students who chose this kind of course end up as professional dance instructor, choreographer, country's representative during competitions, and the most rewarding of all: an artist. Artist of the top entertainment agencies. They can be a solo artist or a member of a group. "Hyung, can you make some more for me?" The student abruptly stands up when he sees the time. It's already 7:28am. His first class starts at 8am. He should hurry up because he still needs to take a shower and catch the bus. "Kolya, you forgot this!" Beth goes after her grandson. Thankfully Kolya heard him. The older seriously doesn't have the energy to run more than three meters away from their small abode.

The dance studio was massive and she loved it. Suddenly, a whistling noise pierced through the room, Jenna's heart nearly bursted with shock, it was just so sudden. Everyone responded by rushing into the middle of the studio creating a circle. "So class we have a new student here called Jenna, she just moved here from England. So make sure to be polite to her." Miss Cook commanded. "So Daniel is the choreographer for the dance we are doing right now but unfortunately he's late." Miss Cook explained with a disappointed expression. "I swear he'll be here in a second. Meanwhile, I'll teach her the dance." James offered.