Studio One Dance Academy Novels & Stories

She clung to the wall while the boss stood up from the bed majestically, his eyes dainted at Elena who was already in tears. The boss tapped on his phone, and suddenly, hip hop music began to fill the room. Elena’s eyes widened in surprise as she tried to comprehend what was happening. “Dance, Puppy, Dance,” the boss smirked, a command laced with authority. “Dance?” Elena whispered, her hands still instinctively clasped around herself, taken aback by the unexpected demand. “Yes. You embarrassed me by refusing to dance with me at the club. Now, you’ll dance until your legs can't carry you anymore,” the boss declared, stepping closer to Elena. She recoiled against the wall, as if attempting to

I murmured sarcastically and she frowned at me but I guess her wolf scolded her for glaring at me so she forced back the smile that she had been previously sporting somehow. “ALL RIGHT STUDENTS !” the dance teacher clapped her hands to get back our attention towards her. “WE WILL GO THROUGH SOME BASIC ROUTINES SO THAT YOU GET AN IDEA ABOUT THE BASICS AND THEN YOU CAN BUILD UP UPON THOSE TO CHOREOGRAPH YOUR OWN MASTERPIECE,” she announced with an excited smile. “Are we going to practice everyday and is it going to be after school ?” a student asked. “YES, WE WILL BE MEETING EVERYDAY BUT WITHIN SCHOOL HOURS,” the dance instructor answered. “NOW GET INTO POSITION EVERYONE !” she said and everyo

She thought, "Once I pass this examination and become Avery's student, I'll train here every day. Let's see how smug he'll be then!" At that moment, Faye had already gone to the fifth floor of the studio. There were five levels in Avery's dance studio. In the expensive Jorn City, only Avery could buy an entire building for her dance studio. After all, she was an internationally-known dance teacher. Avery's office was on the fifth floor. The remaining four levels were training studios for different levels of students. Although Avery was the main teacher, she wasn't the only one teaching here. Every day, she'd only teach one lesson for a certain level of students. The rest were instructed by h

I followed Grayson up the stairs and inside. It was bigger than I expected it to be. A single huge, rectangular room with heavily polished hardwood floors and walls made entirely of floor-to-ceiling mirrors. Blacklights illuminated the space in dim neon, and there were a half dozen gleaming metal stripper poles spaced at regular intervals. The dance studio had also been filled with cots and sack lunches, just like the garage. About two dozen were crammed into this room, which smelled more like light cleaning solvents than motor oil and was comfortably air-conditioned.

I was about to decline him but he suddenly grab my hand and lead me to the center. Fuck! I stood still, and the man laughed. "You do not have to look so embarrassed." He said when I went crimson-red. "I am not a very good dancer, I am afraid," I said and tried my best to avoid stepping on his toe. He chuckled. "As the owner of Sinister Club, I can vouch for that." He said and I gaped at him. Sinister Club was the most prestigious dance academy. Every aspiring dancer wanted to get in.

It is the most luxurious dance academy that I have ever seen, and it can easily be mistaken for a palace. According to Adelaide, the school has three floors, and each floor contains different levels of dancers. There were three levels, one, two and three. Level one consisted of beginners who were still trying to get the hang of the steps. Level two contained expert dancers and level three contained expert dancers from other schools or cities who came to participate in the dance recitals yearly. Adelaide led the way to the top floor where the level three dancers were, and I thought it was heaven when the doors opened. I was particularly amazed by the grand crystal chandelier in the middle of

"It was stunning! The way you move ... I can't imagine doing the things you do." "If you want, I can teach you." My face falls. "Excuse me? Oh, no, that's too kind. I could never afford lessons." Astana blinks a few times before looking at Sasha. "Have you told her nothing, Sasha Ivanovsky?" "Know what?" I ask, eyeing the pair. "Sasha Ivanovsky has hired me to teach at your dance studio. So unless there's a different Katerina Stepanovna that I don't know about ..." Her angled grin says she's playing with me. But I'm too busy trying to remember how to breathe.

The man paused briefly, then nodded and smiled, saying, “Yes, You’re right. My name is Cassian Blackwood.” I shook hands with him, “Hello, I’m Seraphina Vance. I accompanied my sister to study fine arts here for two years, but it’s been so long since I’ve painted.” I laughed at myself, “I’ve probably almost forgotten everything.” Cassian just held up a hand slightly, as if to say no.‌

Anna nodded, "what is the theme of the commercial and script?" "let’s try your dance moves first, I saw you have some flexibility, so I want to see the full extent of it and your dance move, so we can first design the moves first." Catherine told one of her staff who was the choreographer "Mac, first teach a simply moves as long she can master the simplified version, the full version will definitely not be a problem, later on, she can train for the full version once she joins the crew." "Alright," Mac stood up, "Should we just do it here?"

Gathering up my bag, I jog down the two flights of stairs, mentally running through my schedule for the rest of the day. I have a French and dance class every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. And I was lucky enough to snag a job at the local dance studio in town teaching ballet and tap to four and five year olds. The less money I have to grovel to my father for, the better off I’ll be. Plus, its dance which I live and breathe. So, teaching for about ten hours a week works out perfectly for me. And it’s only about a mile from the apartment. Which is totally walkable if I can’t bum a ride from Lexie.