Tails Dance Novels & Stories

Her room only had one window and it was covered by a pink curtain. When Tara went inside, Dawn was dressed in red. The gown had ruffles from top to bottom. She looked like a Spanish Señorita. She was only missing the red flower on her hair. Dawn stood tall with the silver shoes. Her back was straight as she looked at herself in the mirror. She did a full turn, the dress followed her movement. “Wow..” Tara’s eyes were wide and her mouth agape. Her younger sister looked so beautiful. “What dance will this be for? Tango?”

Melissa cried all through, getting to put a lot of makeup on her face made her look less of a lost drunk girl. About thirty minutes to their dance, Jake her partner decided to take their intro routine with her. "We are dancing FADED by Alen walker, not Salsa!" Jake said in surprise as Melissa missed the step again "You are not yourself, Melissa" Jake whispered as Melissa danced to him. According to the dance, they spilled and walked towards each other slowly on their toes.

Linda started shaking her tambourine in a clockwise circle to the beat of the music as well as the other female dancers and the male dancers did their part by crossing their right foot over their left foot for a count of one to two and vice versa. And then they perform the main step, the tarantella where they kick one foot on the ground. Linda could not help but laugh heartily while performing. She ignored the crowd and enjoyed herself to the fullest. Guilt and regret would wash over her every time if she had let go of this moment. Daniel gazed adorably at the mesmerising and cheerful Linda in front of him. Watching her smile, especially at him, sent butterflies to his stomach. Her personali

Tina wanted to go to the washroom and excused herself but on the way back she saw a group of jazz lovers dancing in the VIP secluded dancehall who were dancing classic dance jazz in a group with precise leg, arm, and foot movements and breathtaking jumping techniques and twists emanating from the legs and swinging of their hips to sort themselves. Other ladies were also dancing unique moves including belly dancing, fancy footwork and big reaps and quick turns, and swinging of their busts and hips and deemed right for them. Tina could not help but be carried on and joined the dances and started moving with the rhythm it seemed the alcohol was working up on her. She delayed returning until Ken

Taesha found breathing difficult as her chest rose and fell sharply with anticipation. Taesha wanted him to perform only for her right now. Dexter danced against her body. They were body to body and skin against skin. The two looked like a vanilla and chocolate swirl of delight as the other patronages watched them in Awe. Taesha took her hand, running it up his back.

But I know that the next day she will come and will pretend that she doesn't hate me because Jack is paying her good money for her job. I took my phone and turn on the song "'the Neighborhood-Afraid" I scratched my neck a little bit from one side to another, I step around a few steps and began to dance. I raised up my leg slowly than with one hand I easily grabbed it and spin around myself, my back was relaxed for the first time and I didn't push myself to think about choreography anymore, I just swam in the music with my dance, and my movements felt so easy, my body felt so calmed and organized. I finished my dance and tears released from my eyes, but I quickly wiped my tears.

I had heels that could kill, a sparkly dress that refused to let me blend in, and a plan to dance until my heart forgot Ethan even existed. God, Ethan. Even thinking his name felt like biting into something too sweet and realizing it’s poison. I tilted my head back, swallowed another shot, and tried to laugh at something my friend Tasha said. But it came out hollow. “Okay, that’s it,” Tasha said, narrowing her eyes. “We’re doing this properly.” Before I could protest, she dragged me onto the dance floor. The music hit hard bass heavy, intoxicating, the kind of song that makes your pulse sync with it.

LYRA Sometime during the night, the music stops being individual songs and it all turns into one endless, thundering heartbeat. Sweat is slicking my spine from all the dancing. My red dress clings like a second skin, damp and dangerous, and my ponytail no longer sleek but wild at the edges. Ellie is now dancing on a raised platform like she was born there, her black dress riding even higher as she laughs at absolutely nothing. Talia has her heels off and dangling from her fingertips. The skirt sways as her dance moves become less graceful and more reckless. At one point, I even find her twerking.

Dahlia went first to be met with other girls to dance the night away. Then Cornelia and Troy stood at the base of the staircase in a black tux, with a bowtie the exact color of her gown. He looked up seeing her and his lips lifted in that left sided signature smirk of his, but his eyes deepened color and almost twinkled. Two steps from the bottom, his patience wore out and he grabbed her lifting her into his chest and kissing her like his life depended on it. Jack stood off to the side of the base. His palm resting on the finial of the bannister smiling that adorable smile that makes him Jack. His eyes danced repeatedly over Lily from the top of her head to her feet and back again.