The dancer life

Chapter 3 Shannon's POV

I can't believe what just happened.

Michael made a huge deal out of asking me a question when it was really for duct tape??

I don't really believe him actually, since I've known him forever I know when he is lying or not. I guess I'll just see him at dance tomorrow and we can talk I guess.

•••• The next morning ••••

I woke up to my alarm clock set to 9:00 a.m

. I got up and went to my bathroom to take a shower. The hot water woke me up immediately and it soothed my sore muscles from yesterday. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I brushed out my long blonde hair and put it into a secure ponytail on the top of my head. I changed into some nike pro shorts and a t shirt from Nationals last year.

I went downstairs as I was awaited by my mom with a heaping plate of blueberry pancakes. My mouth watered at the aroma.

" Good morning sweetie," my mom said as she kissed me on the top of my forehead.

" Good morning mom," I said between bites as I gobbled down my breakfast.

As soon as I finished my breakfast, I got my dance bag together and me and my mom left for dance.

Once we got to the studio I was welcomed with friendly greetings from my best friends.

I sat down next to Cara and Grace as they continued to talk about which hardshoe brand was better.

" It's OBVIOUSLY Atlantic Brogs harshoes that's better! I was able to go on my toes the day I got them!" Defended Grace.

" Rutherfords are much better! The sound is unbelievable!" Insisted Cara.

" You guys are idiots," I said
" Obviously the Fays shoes are so much better," I said as I laced up my soft shoes.

"Are you guys ignorant? Atlantic Brogs are amazing!" Grace jokingly said as she put on her left poodle sock.

" I agree with Shannon," interrupted Michael about our argument about hardshoes.

He sat down next to our group, which made it a little awkward. He was a really close friend, but last night just made it awkward.

" Ok guys lets do our stretch, then warmups and we will dance from there," my teacher commanded as she turned on the reels music. I absolutely loved reel music. I loved how fast and up beat they were.

When we finished stretching and our warms ups, about half of us did reels since half of our dance class was an even age group( u12, u14, u16, etc). I danced my reel with all my energy and strength I had. I felt like I was flying when I did my jump in the air.

"Shannon that was really good," complimented my teacher "Just watch your knees on the spins and keep them crossed there. Other than that, really good job," my teacher said as she went on to watch other people's reels.

I sat down next to my bag and took a quick drink of water.

"Great job Shan," complimented Michael.

" Not so bad yourself, maybe turn out even more?" I joked, Michael's turnout was better than mine. To admit, it made all of us jealous.

Sure I liked Michael more than just friends, but being in a relationship would just affect my dancing. And I had Oireachtas coming up real soon and that's all I needed to focus on. Ya, I thought, I don't need a boyfriend. I just like Michael as a friend I told myself.

Then, Michael smiled as if he was reading my thoughts, which just made me fall in love all over again.

My thoughts were interrupted as I heard a loud thump on the studio floor. I turned to my left to where the sound came from, and saw Grace on the floor, crying in pain.