Needing Closure [✔️]

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Y/N's POV

"Do it once more," the ballet teacher annoyingly said.

She replayed the song I was suppose to dance to. I had a ballet solo that she had offered me to do for the her annual grand spectacle. It was called Gone with the Wind and I was the wind which were one of the major roles in the overall storyline. This was a very big opportunity for me, that I shouldn't mess up, but somehow I am.

What am I doing wrong? Think Y/N. Think!

"No, no, no! Where are your facial expressions!" She cut the music as I re-attempted the choreography.

"Every time and it's the exact same mistake. Ce n'est pas possible!" She shouted in frustration. It was so loud that the whole room went silent. Taking a few deep breaths, she removed her glasses from her face and sighed. "You have good technique, you are so elegant when you move and yet, your facial expressions are horrific. It's blank! Blank, I tell you! You never convey a story. Have you watched the recital I told you to watch?"

"Yes, I did," I answered her question without hesitation.

"And?" She glared at me.

"I learnt that I need to express what the Wind's sentiments through my face and movement. It is symbiose," I responded with ease. I began to stretch out my limbs as we reached the end of my repetition.

"And so what is the problem?" She walked up to me and down up at me with volition in her eyes.

"I don't know what to think when dancing. I don't have something to feel sad or emotional about," you sighed as you went onto child's pose.

"Don't you have boyfriend or friends? Family? Imagine them dying or something like that," she dramatically sighed as she pulled my arms when I went into straddle position to stretch my hips.

"I've tried, but nothing," I sat down.

"Ugh!" She held her face in agony. I tried my hardest to keep composure as her expression were priceless. "I better see improvement or else I'm handing the main role to your understudy, Yua Suzuki," she threatened with a smile on her face as she new we were rivals. A one sided rivalry at that.

"Don't worry, I won't let that happened." I assured her before I got off the floor to fetch my bag from the chair by the bar.

"That's the spirit. Channel your competitive side for me," She smiled as I was sipping some water.

"The show is in three weeks so I expect something soon, okay?"

"Yes, Mrs. Yamamoto," I smiled as I put on my jacket just before leaving the studio.

"Don't forget to practice and I'll see you on Wednesday with the rest of the class," she greeted me.

"Goodbye, Yamamoto-senpai," I saluted with a bow as I left her studio.

I walked down the stairs, and left the building as quick as possible. I have piano private lessons in an hour. Hitomi was already in front of the building.

As I got inside the car, I felt my phone vibrate inside my bag. I put on my seatbelt after I greeted Hitomi, answered her predictable questions and went to check my phone. It was a message from iMessage. You saw that it was an under an unknown number.

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Hello
Is this Y/N L/N?

Me
Yes, and may I know who this is?

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No, you can't 😏

I need something from you