The Next Step - Euphoric

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Why did I even agree to this?

I could not wrap my head around the reasoning around my decision and why I said yes, especially to Miss Angela. But there was no time to think, because we had arrived. 

By we I mean Finn, Summer, Lily and I and of course Miss Angela. Me and Miss Angela had never seen eye-to-eye on anything, ever. Therefore, it mostly all the time felt like we had a mutual agreement where we both tried to not converse with eachother. Not unless it was completely necessary. And sadly it seemed in this situation it was more than necessary. 

From a young age I had always danced. It was my passion. So of course when I received a surprising call from my ex dance teacher, I knew I had nothing to lose. Which is why I agreed. 

Now I am really starting to doubt my decision.

"Are you okay?" I heard from beside me. Turning, I found Summer eyeing me expectedly. I had not realised that I was looking off at nothing, whilst standing in front of the studio. The Next Step Dance Studio. 

"Yeah, no, I'm fine. How are you doing?" I answered back. Me and Summer hadn't interacted very much and the only time we had really seen eachother was at competitive competitions, but I didn't mind Summer. She seemed trustworthy. Plus she was an amazing dancer.

"I'm nervous, but ready to go in when you are." I looked ahead to realise the other 3 people were already walking towards the entrance.

"Let's go now, before we get shouted at to hurry up." Summer nodded, before following after my feet as I took rapid footsteps across the quite crowded car park. 

The place that stood in front of me seemed very welcoming, which was not somewhere Miss Angela belonged, at all. But then again, I definitely wouldn't belong here by the looks of it. 

I didn't deserve to be.

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More nerves were starting to kick in as I heard music coming from the direction which we were going in. Great.

Finally, the music had finished as we all entered the studio. Just like outside, the inside was just as welcoming. I already loved it, it was like no studio I had danced at before. All the others were all business and about being professional, but here, right now. This was different. It felt like what could only be described as a home. 

Praying that the people were nice, I trailed behind Miss Angela, before taking a look at everybody's faces and their ending positions after that dance. 

"I suppose you call that sloppy mirage of movement a 'dance'" Miss Angela announced, impatiently. 

Everyone's faces turned to look curiously at their new studio head, but were confused by that statement. Whilst I just stood there looking at my blue freshly painted nails I had finished last night, which coordinated well with the ugly outfit Miss Angela had insisted we wear.

Tiredly, I picked my head up to get a proper look at everybody's faces, before I noticed an awfully familiar one. Was that?

"Kingston?.." I questioned confidently, but unsurely. The boy locked eyes with me and that was when I realised it really was him. Everybody wore confused faces and Miss Angela looked like she was about to blow a fuse because of my disruption.