Cheska gets ready for her dance performance, "Grandma! I'm heading out!"
Gertrude stood up, "Cheska, do you really want to stay in Wilston? I mean, Castlemonte is a really good school too"
Cheska sighs, "Grandma, Wilston International School is my life, I could never find good friends and good people anywhere, I don't have plans to be in Castlemonte" There she goes and slammed the door.
Cheska sits in the backseat of an Uber, her excitement palpable as she gazes out of the window and goes off.
As the car turns a corner, Cheska catches a glimpse of her dance studio in the distance. A surge of pride and anticipation washes over her.
Cheska's phone buzzes, indicating a message notification. She takes it out and reads the message with a grin.
"Oh, my students are ready for today's class! They're just as eager as I am. Can't wait to see what we create together."
The car comes to a stop in front of the dance studio. Cheska thanks the driver, her eyes shining with excitement.
Cheska steps out of the car, her heart brimming with excitement and determination.
She takes a moment to appreciate the dance studio's sign and the feeling of accomplishment it represents.
She's healing!
As she enters the studio, the sound of music and the energy of her students greet her.
Cheska takes a deep breath, ready to embark on another day of creativity, joy, and the art of movement.
A new girl entered, "Good day, Miss Cheska!"
"Hi! What's your name?"
"Gabrielle"
Cheska sighs and forces a smile, "Oh, your name is Gabrielle too? Uh-huh, okay, you may go with your new teammates"
It still hurts her hearing her name.
Cheska stands in the center, observing her students with a discerning eye.
"Alright, everyone, attention! We have less than a week until the performance, and I expect nothing but perfection from each one of you. We've been working on this routine for months, and it's time to show me what you're made of."
The dancers straighten their spines, their eyes fixed on Cheska, ready to absorb her every word.
"Now, positions! Five, six, seven, eight!"
The room springs to life as the dancers assume their starting positions.
The music starts, and Cheska watches intently, her eyes scanning each movement, each alignment.
"Sarah, extend your leg higher! I want to see a perfect 180-degree split. That's it, much better."
Cheska's critical gaze shifts to another dancer.
"Emily, your arms need more fluidity. Don't forget the grace in every movement."
The dancers struggle to meet Cheska's high standards, but they push themselves harder, determined to impress her.
Cheska paces around the studio, stopping abruptly in front of a student who falters.
"Jennifer, you're forgetting the timing. Count and feel the music. Precision is crucial. Start again from the top."
Jennifer nods with a hint of frustration and restarts her routine, trying to synchronize her steps with the music.
Cheska's attention shifts to a group of dancers performing a complex formation. She swiftly moves closer, her eyes meticulously analyzing their formation.
"Danielle, you're slightly out of line. Adjust your position to the left. And Samantha, your arms need to be more symmetrical. It's all about precision and discipline."
The dancers correct their mistakes, sweat dripping down their faces, pushing themselves to the limits under Cheska's watchful eye.
"Remember, dancers, technique alone won't make you exceptional. It's the passion, dedication, and attention to detail that will set you apart. I demand perfection because I believe in your potential. Now, let's run it again, and this time, make it flawless!"
The students take a deep breath, their determination renewed. They dive back into the routine, their movements sharper, their expressions focused.
Cheska stands at the front, her arms crossed, a small smile playing on her lips as she witnesses her students rise to the challenge.
Her strictness may be intimidating, but it is in pursuit of excellence, pushing each dancer to reach their full potential.
The dance studio is filled with the sound of music, punctuated by Cheska's occasional corrections, as she molds the young dancers into a troupe capable of delivering an awe-inspiring performance.
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Cheska dresses herself up, she films and posts dance covers on YouTube inside her dance studio every day if she has time.
Estelle enters the room and the two girls ran and hugged each other, "Esteeelle!! Thank you so much for agreeing, everyone in school knows how good of a dancer you are, thank you for being here with me!!"
"Oh it's exciting!!!!!"
Cheska prepares her camera, "Let's perform Wannabe by Itzy?"
"Hell yes!"
And the both of them started recording.
(YT:EUNDI)
Cheska and Estelle rejoiced, "Yeaaaahhhh!!!"
The both of them hurriedly changed into new outfits.
Estelle nods, "Let's go!"
"Yaz!"
"Cheska, you'll be the male dancer here huh?"
"Of course"
She sets up.
(YT:SKDance)
And they rejoiced again.
Cheska stalks herself on YouTube with over 34 posted dance covers with millions of views, "Woah, Cheska, you literally have 2.1M subscribers!!"
"That's so great!"
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Unspoken Desires
Ficção GeralCheska, a girl whose heart bore the weight of abandonment, had carried the scars of her past with her throughout her life. The wounds ran deep, originating from the neglect she had endured at the hands of her parents. Their absence had left her with...
