Love Song

Studio

I smiled and looked through the full clear doors of the dance studio as I watched the dancers practice their routines in one.

It lightened up my mood a bit, because I was exhausted. All I've been feeling was shakes through my body and I've crying forever. I don't why the paining feeling was worse this time, but I knew if it hurt this much, then I had to be dead.

I missed Harry so much, but he was hurting me. I rubbed at my eyes, while they were probably still red. It was getting harder to do my work and it's only been a week away from Harry.

My skin was also starting to turn pale almost, but sometimes I think I was just seeing things, because I was in a such an ache.

The dancers finished up, either leaving, drinking water, or wiping off their foreheads with towels. Only a few people stood by to watch the dancers everyday, but I was just new member of those 'few people'.

Everyone seemed to leave me after I had drifted back into the pain that brought me to want to watch the dancers, but as the teacher and the rest were off, I decided to step into the studio and have a feel for it myself.

It was humid, and I hadn't been in a dance studio since I was 12. It looked like the glass walls were prevent staining of the humidity, but I placed down my bag in a corner, and went to go examine the CDs the school had.

I went over to stereo and the CD shelf that was built into the studio wall. I searched through the disk not really finding one that felt right now until I slid my finger over the album Disaster by JoJo, but it only had the remixes.

This song, Disaster was really good and it fit my situation really well, so I slid out the case, opened it up carefully, then took the disk, putting it into the stereo.

I pressed play as I knew Disaster was the first track and I waited, backing away from the stereo as it adjusted to the disk.

A mix blasted out from the stereo and I smiled to beat as I eased my steps to the center of the studio, where I gather up all my emotions and released them into my dancing again, just like I did when my mom and dad divorced.

I was grateful that I wore a loose white blouse with my dark jeggings and flats, so it would be easier, however, my hair was definitely going to frizz up to its natural curls.

"I'm trying not to pretend that it won't happen again and again like that," JoJo sang out through the speakers as I felt the pain come back to me. Instead, I started to walk around thinking about all the knives and daggers Harry has stabbed into my heart.

It was horrible, and I didn't know what to do. I loved him so much, but he kept hurting me. It was like I had to train my boyfriend. Is there something I don't know about Harry? Is there something I'm missing? The visions came back to most worse memory.

He was gripped the headboard of his bed, and hair was in a crazy sexy mess as he looked up at me in shock. My heart started to suck up, like the oxygen was gone, and I finally started to dance along to the music.

"You gotta let it go and be on our way, and live for another day, 'cause it ain't the same, my baby," I sang along with her, and I wanted to cry as I remember the sounds Olivia was making in the room, as I pushed my hands to my head as if that would erase the flashback.

"Happy every after, turns disaster," I whispered and felt the beat sway in my hips as I made up my own dance moves to the song off the top of my head. I whipped my hair around, sliding my hands down my body as I knocked my butt to the right as I rocked to the beat.

The anger was building up as I started to jump and I put my hands in my hair as I just wanted to leave this place, just block my vision.

"I only wanted to say I loved you right," I sang with her as I just felt the rhythm within my feet while it tapped and I slid my hands down my face to my chest like it was gonna take away the pain.

"And now you're walking away," I sang as I placed my arms out in front of me then one by one, put them behind my head as I bounced to the beat with my hips.

The girl sang out as I whipped my hair back and made a small strutting circle then snapped my hip to one side, switching my head to that direction then the next side as the same.

"Don't want anymore!" I sang out, forgetting that I'm still in college, but I was in pain and all I could think about is running back to Harry once again. I just knew it wasn't healthy for me.

" 'Cause the walls built up and our love feel down, and it turned into whatever, now we're saying never," I sang with JoJo as I marched around the room, then threw my hair to beat, and finally whipping back as my eyes didn't want to see this place.

All I saw was green eyes and I wanted to erase them, but I didn't want to as well.

"Feel the fire 'cause it's all around!" I shouted throwing my fist in the air as I danced my way back to the center of the studio.

I slid to the right quickly then started to jump to right and left as my hair got crazy, but I didn't care. I was releasing some pain I never felt before.

"You shot the bullet, you shot the bullet," I heard her sing as I slid to my left, making a fake gun with arms and pumping with chest then the same with right for the second bullet.

I started to make my body flow and move steady to the beat as I pushed my finger through my hair. I didn't realize I had my own two dancers actually doing their own routines with me and I turned around to see a whole bunch of people at the glass walls, cheering me on.

I almost smiled, but I just had to sing along and release this. I turned back around in a standing tall position will legs slightly spread as I looked at myself in the mirror. I've been through something and it was tearing me apart. That was the only reason I was in here, but instead I had attracted a whole crowd.

I shut my eyes and I let the darkness be my peace.

"So disaster strikes and I'm alright, 'cause my love is on his way....yeah, burning in forever and always, always!" I shouted at I felt the anger and sadness while the tears started to spill. I wanted to release it all, but Harry was stuck in my heart.

My body shook as the tears dripped down and I was done as the two dancers came up to me to give me hug, then turned me around towards the crowd that either recorded me or took pictures, while the music still boomed through our feet.

They rubbed my back to comfort, not even knowing what's going on in my head, but I suppose they would know that dancing could really relief you of some things.

I smiled the crowd and laughed at my tears as the cheered at me.