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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My hair sways to the side of my body as I raise my hands in the air, dipping along to the rhythm of the music that's blasting from Stephanie's excessive speaker.
I sway my hips from side to side, my hands finding my hair as my eyes shut tightly to enjoy the music.
The alcohol flowing through my blood intensifies all my senses, and as my nails scrape gently against my scalp I feel my body beat with a pleasure that no other feeling can bring.
I feel the neon lights grip my eyes even though my lids are closed, and I throw my head back as I enjoy the sound of The Weeknd's smooth voice.
"I think she likes the song," I hear West's giddy voice shout over the music, and I roll my head back up as I open my eyes to see his arms wrapped around Daniel's neck as Daniel's hands are around his waist, their bodies pushing together at the crotch, which is a very discreet yet tactical move.
I feel my lips curl upward as I meet West's glazed eyes. He's really drunk, and so is Daniel, but they're happy so who cares I guess, certainly not me.
"I love this song!" I shout back happily, my voice matching the tempo as I sway my hips in a more exaggerated stance, my hands finding the air as I show them just how much I'm enjoying myself.
They share a humoured look before they burst out into a shrill of drunken laughter, their brows raising as they mock my playful behaviour jokingly.
West extends his arm for me, and I take his hand as he pulls me closer to the two guys, and I wrap both of my arms around their shoulders and embrace them, swaying my body alongside them to encourage them to join me in my dance.
They oblige, happily dipping their heads as they're careful not to twist too intricately so that Daniel's ankle can remain safe. The last thing we need right now if for him to injure himself even more.
The day that Daniel hurt himself I felt my heart shatter, I can't believe that I basically caused his injury. If I didn't encourage him to do the helicopter lift with me then he never would've fallen and he would still be on the regionals team.
He missed out on an opportunity that he's been working towards for years all because I was too selfish and wanted to prove myself.
And he should hate me, I would hate me if the shoe were on the other foot, but he's too kind for that. We've been friends since we were little kids and he can see past my selfish actions, even though sometimes I think it would be easier if he did just hate me, at least that way I wouldn't feel the guilt crush me every time I look at him.
But I have to remember that he's okay, he's still happy even though he missed out on the opportunity to go to regionals. He has a boyfriend that loves him and he's thriving in his own ways, and he's healed so much that I'm sure he'll be ready to rejoin the team next season.
