When new girl Michelle joins A-troupe, everything changes. What'll happen now that Emily's throne is up for grabs? With love comes scandal, sex and secrecy, and with these dancers, there's always a price to pay.
The Next Step TV show reimagined as...
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We move idly through the motions of the dance, legs extending in unison as we turn into an aerial. We've been cleaning this dance for weeks now and honestly, I just hope the two weeks until regionals comes around quickly because I'm sick and tired of repeating the same tedious routines.
We turn, moving our bodies into our final position as we stand in a row, our bodies connecting as we smile falsely at the mirror, pretending it's the audience.
This whole thing is so trivial, I just wish Michelle didn't make us repeat the dance as much as she does, I get that she wants it to be clean and ready for regionals, but I honestly don't think we could make it any cleaner, it's cleaner than my fresh silk sheets for fuck's sake.
"Good job today, guys," she congratulates us through her heavy breaths, her hands moving to her hips as she leans down to catch her breath. She always does the dance full out, unlike me, I just mark it because there's no point in exerting myself and my energy for a rehearsal. "Enjoy your Saturday evening, you've earned it."
Her quick words of dismissal bring a smile to my face, I can finally be free of her grip and enjoy my Saturday night. I have a lot planned, and it'll end in me in bed with someone, hopefully fucking ourselves to sleep.
I detach my body from the rest of the team, walking over to the back of the studio and craning my head to call Tiffany over silently.
She walks over to me quickly, a smug smile playing on her face that tells me that she shares my excitement for the night ahead.
"I'm so excited for tonight, it's been way too long since we went to a party," she chimes, her teeth flashing as she rolls her eyes at the severe lack of social lives that we've had these last few weeks.
We've been so busy rehearsing, thanks to Michelle's demands, that we haven't been able to go out as much as usual.
When Tess asked me to come to her party, I couldn't say no. Tess' parties are always so fun, and when I'm not fucking James, Max makes a great alternative.
"Me too, I just wanna get fucked up tonight," I sigh, relief exuding from my body as I bite my lower lip in anticipation.
I just can't wait to feel the alcohol hit, and random guys' bodies against me as I grind on them. Fuck, I love parties.
I look over to the crowded space amongst the rest of the team, they're all chatting in one big group apart from Michelle and Eldon, who look as though they're engaged in a serious conversation.
They've been spending a lot of time together lately, too much time to be passed off as nothing in my opinion. I feel like I'm gonna have to look into this more, I'd honestly be quite impressed with Eldon if he was cheating on Emily, I would never have thought he'd be capable of a stunt like that, but I guess it's always the people that you least expect.
Emily walks over to us, a small smile on her face as she rubs her hands together, a tell tale sign that she's cold.
It is freezing in here, with all the money that we pay to Kate for dance class you'd think she would be able to turn on the heat for longer than a few hours a day.
