You Got Me Spinning Like A Ballerina Novels & Stories

💛Unugwa's POV 💜 I slid on my floor with my arms in the air. A cool slow love song was playing from my laptop and I was dancing ballet round the space of my room I was wearing socks so the sliding and twirling around was made easy. I was also humming along with the song and I was swinging my arms up, down, side, etc. like the ballerinas do I know nothing about ballet. And I know I was dancing it terribly but who cares. I'm just a teenage girl who just had a an hour of delight sitting close to a hottie

“Don’t. I’m not crying over that football turd again. He…he needs to just leave me alone.” “Come on.” Lyle pulled slightly on my arm, but I jerked away. “No, I’m going to look for a dick for my face. You two go home.” The room continued spinning, but I didn’t care. I saw my dancing partner and made my way to him. “Wanna dance?” I asked. This was the new me. Rebecca Cavanaugh, the winner. “I got a better idea. Let’s get out of here.” “I wanna dance first,” I pouted.

“Beautiful—like a flower fairy.” And it was true. Jamie had looked radiant, her whole body glowing with soft, romantic energy. Delighted by the compliment, Jamie laughed proudly. “My ballet teacher always said, if you want to spin perfectly, you need to lock onto a single point—a target you turn for. For me, that’s Frank. My whole life, I want to dance for him.” She hugged Mona’s arm as she spoke, dreamy-eyed. Mona managed a smile, but a tightness pressed against her chest.

I need a seat Jake= I pressed on send and his reply came in almost immediately = be with you shortly= I know he’d come sooner. I Know just exactly how to get around Jake with words and he'd dance to my tune. I kinked my lower lip with a mischievous grin as the nasty things I’d do to him clouded my mind. I turned on my Jambox to Jason Mraz “Have it all” and snuggled up from the bed. I danced to the romantic strains, jumping and tossing my hair roughly while spinning my head in circles, hoping wildly on the bed. The music beating like my blood, my movement fluid controlled without looking it. I am not a good dancer, I am just a lover of good music and gives all my energy while dancing to the

MILEY’S POV (Later that afternoon – at the dance studio) The studio lights flickered softly above me, the faint hum of the speakers filling the silence as I pressed play for what felt like the hundredth time that day. Music flooded the room — low, slow, pulsing — the kind that made every movement mean something. I needed this. I needed to move until my head stopped spinning. My sneakers squeaked lightly against the polished floor as I spun, leaped, landed, repeated. Sweat clung to my skin. My muscles burned, but it felt good. Pain was better than confusion.

The drink glowed like liquid turquoise. “Oh my god, it’s blue, like magic! Mr. Buttons, I’m a genius!” I raised it in triumph. He sneezed. Totally unimpressed. I cackled and spun toward the TV, flipping it to the pop music channel. The beat hit like a pulse. I twirled across the marble floor, belting out lyrics like I had the whole stage to myself. The room spun with me, lines and edges smearing into motion. Laughter spilled out, sudden and full. Rising from somewhere I hadn’t touched in a long time.

Heat flashes through me so fast I almost drop my glass. The jukebox plays something old and slow. Sophie drags me up to dance. Her hands find my waist. My arms loop around her neck. We sway off-beat. She spins me until the room blurs. The handful of late-night regulars clap and whistle. We bow like rock stars.

They pulled me into the middle of their little circle. I let myself go. Because of all my years of ballet training, my body moved without me even having to think about it. I spun on the balls of my feet, light like water. When I bent my knees and lowered myself to the beat, my spine curved in a perfect arch, my arms trailing through the cool air like silk ribbons. I felt weightless. I felt free. Maddie let out a loud cheer, clapping her hands as she watched me spin. "Go, Gianna!" she yelled over the loud thumping of the speakers, her face bright with genuine happiness.

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I smack the glass down on the bar and grab the edge with both hands as my head spins. “Easy lady. Don’t hurt your skin now.” A random guy says, glancing at my hand wrapped tightly around the glass. “Go away!” I screech. The guy raises his palm upwards and then turns around. The crowd hollers a name as the DJ switches up to another song. The upbeat sound prompts me to start moving more than just my hips. I place my hands on my knees, lower my back, arch it slightly, and then twist my hips in tune with the beat. Lilly was right. I feel good. I feel lighter and my head is no longer swelling with thoughts of my past. Tristan can go to hell. Tonight, I’ll have all the fun in the world.