Together, We Are A Family

Honest Thoughts, Practice, & Pranks

Hola everyone! It's been sooo long and I saw the update so I wanted to complete it before putting it on hold. I've been REALLY busy and I know it isn't an excuse, but like I said, it's been busy. I hope you all can forgive me. With that said, here's the chapter! Enjoy and I'll see you another time! Adios!

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Irene landed on her bed and gave a tired sigh. "What a day." She said aloud with exhaustion. The rest of the day was another failed attempt to dance. She groaned and covered her face, thinking over her failed attempts when she tried to dance. She sighed again and sat up. She looked outside at a window to show a clear night, with the city lights shining brightly. Her eyes widen and she went to the window, taking in the beautiful city lights. She slowly smiled and leaned her head against the window.

"Wow..." She breathed and continued to look out. She stood there for a few more minutes, then heard a knock at her door. She turned around to find Johnny standing at her doorway.

"Hey, Irene," he said with a small concerning look. "Everything okay?"

Irene gave a small smile. "Yeah, I guess." She turned back to the view.

Johnny continued to look at her for a moment, then walked in the room. "I'm guessing practice didn't go well?" He said while sitting at the edge of the bed.

Irene heaved a sigh and turned back to Johnny. "How'd ya know?"

Johnny gave a shrug. "Well, I was heading to my practice room and saw you with Porsha and Nooshy. It seemed that you were having a hard time with dancing."

Irene stared at the floor for a moment, not saying anything. When she did, she said with a defeated voice, "Dancing really isn't my strength. I try hard, but I just... I just can't."

Johnny looked at her in pity for a moment, then clasped his hands together and leaning on it, thinking on how he can help. He remembered how hard it was for him to dance when they were getting ready for their biggest show back at Crystal Theater, because of his former choreographer Klaus Kickenklober, but he was able to do so with Nooshy's help. He looked up at Irene, but she didn't notice his gaze. She was busy looking out, with a glimmer in her eyes from the city lights.

He decided to speak up. "Irene, when you dance, what do you feel?"

Irene wasn't expecting that question, but she answered while continuing to gaze outside, "I just feel... self-conscious. At least when there are other people looking at me. But when I'm alone, I feel free. And that I could take over any challenge."

Johnny raised an eyebrow, though he wasn't surprised in general. "So, your worried that someone would judge you because of your dancing?"

Irene turned her head one more time to Johnny and nodded. "Yeah. But when no one's around, that's when I really sing and dance. I know that no one would have to witness my terrible dancing, so that's what makes me feel free and alive."

"Huh. I see." Was all he said, and he stayed quiet for a moment, before saying, "You know what, Irene, get ready for bed."

Irene raised an eyebrow. "What? Why?"

Johnny stood up from the bed with a confident smirk. "Because tomorrow we're going to practice with your dancing. First thing in the morning."

Irene had a surprised look. "T-Tomorrow?!" She exclaimed. "Johnny, we have to go to Moon theaters!"

Johnny gave a shrug. "Don't worry, I'm sure Mr. Moon can make an acceptation. So, you better get some sleep. I'll see you at 8 am sharp." And with that he left the room.