You're Not Dancing On Your Own Novels & Stories

He added with a smile. Nora smiled at that and wish Philip was here. "Sir, I don't mean to sound rude, but any performance I want perform, I wish to perform alone." Nora told the man. Her last dance she had with someone was with Philip and she intend to keep it that way. "No problem Ora, you're just like my son David who prefers to dance alone whenever he dances his ballet. One of these days I shall introduce him to you."

I don't wait for him to reply because am heading to the dance floor. Oh my God, what did I just do , I try to turn around and he's behind me. He's part of the modern dance team and a good dancer. I have to make an impression at least. I have to try. Am not such a good dancer, I mean am kind of thick with extra skin. And some curves that I don't like.. All my life, I've wanted to be thin and petite. I begin to move my waist singing along, before I notice, I'm whining my waist It's this song by Rihanna and Drake. Am trying to control myself, moving my waist slowly, holding my knees and standing on the tip of my toes. I feel him moving behind me dancing.

"I still can't believe you've never had a boyfriend. I mean, you're beautiful, you're smart, you're amazing, you're funny..." I stand up when I notice that the small crowd of guests are heading to the ballroom to dance. "We are not talking about why I'm not in a relationship when you yourself are not in one," I shush him with my finger. "Let's head to the dance floor." ^^^^^^^^ I'm swinging my body to the beat, CJ's arm tight on my waist. CJ suddenly leaves to get a drink. There's no way I'm dancing alone on the dance floor when everyone on the ball is coupled up.

Clapping of hands, gentle movements of the feet and upper parts of their bodies, almost, regal in nature. I must have been gaping, because Ronn taps my arm. 'You look like you just saw wolves dancing', he says loudly, over the din of the music and cheering. 'Yeah. Do they though?' I ask and he laughs quietly. 'No, they don't. Come. Let me teach you the little I can'. 'I thought you said you don't dance'. 'Not in public'. I smile at the amusing thought of Ronn dancing secretly in his room or in front of the canal. It doesn't fit.

She seemed to notice that I'm suddenly off, and she asked me, "Do you wanna dance?" I just looked at her weirdly. She's not hitting on me, or is she? "Well, I'm not a good dancer, but I think I can handle it." She uttered and laughed lightly. I giggled as she offered me a hand. Then we went to the dance floor in which there are also people dancing. I wonder where my father and my sister are. I can finally see her clearly, and her skin glows with the bright light here inside. Some sweet music is playing, and that means you need to dance with a pair. It would be really weird if you'll dance on your own to this kind of music.

I replied. He chuckled softly. "Do you want to dance?" He asked, maintaining the question. I didn't want to be distracted, I couldn't dance. Maybe, it was not my talent. "I can't dance." I murmured, enough for him to hear me. "You should try, my friends are expecting you to dance." He said. "But I can't dance." He seemed to sense my uneasiness and guided me to the dance floor where everyone stopped dancing and looked at us. Some girls looked at me in jealousy and I almost lost my self-esteem. "You didn't tell me you were popular." I whispered.

I said and mum laughed, "That's not actually what I meant, ballroom dance is not like any other dance personal, it's basically meant for couples, you can't just start dancing all by yourself, how will you get all the skills? That's not a better way to practice, you are just wasting your time, you are get all the dance step correctly at the end of the day but don't be surprise if On that day, you realist you can't do it if someone else is involved, that is why you should practice with someone," mum said being so empathetic, I just nodded, "I know but there is no one to practice with so That's is why I gat to make some kind of gesture just so it will seem as though I was dancing with someone..

I want to let you know that I am NOT a dancer. Mom tried hard to teach me at least basic dance steps, not to embarrass the family at balls. I’ve stepped on my share of toes because no one would accept when I told them I could not dance. I’m not sure why it’s surprising that a guy my size isn’t a good dancer. Gunnar usually mucks it up, too, but he does it intentionally to get out of dancing.

Agnes's profound advice, I found myself sharing the depth of my emotions. "Dancing is not just a hobby for me, Ms. Agnes. It's my obsession, my passion, the entire reason I'm here. I want to win because dancing means everything to me. I have so much to prove to the world, but I just feel like it’s still not enough." Ms. Agnes nods knowingly, her eyes reflecting an understanding of the intensity that fuels my dedication. "Kyra, that passion is your greatest strength. But remember, it's the only thing you need to focus on. If you let your love for dancing shine through your form, it will captivate the audience."

I knew they were trying to cheer me up by dragging me into this club, but I didn't think dancing would make me feel any better. Jess took a hold of my hand and dragged me to my feet. "Oh, well, too bad cos I wanna dance, and I can't dance without my dance partner." She pulled me into the dance floor where the crowd was jumping up and down to the beat. "Let loose, Autumn. Follow the beat. You're a good dancer, come on." "Fine," I cracked a smile and rolled my eyes, "Just one song, and then I'm off the dance floor."