The night draws closer as the day comes to an end. Along the streets, you recognize the studio your friend always speaks so well of. It's closed though. Thanks to your impeccable sense of hearing, you hear subtle beats from inside.
Your fingers pad against the doors, feeling the beats resonate through your fingers. You let your curiosity win and gently push the doors open and marvel at the sight before you. Behind the glass, there's a young man who moves in rythm with the beat. He doesn't notice your presence yet, repeating a move he probably missed.
You gape at the young man. You'd always wanted to learn to dance. Your partner happens to be an avid dancer and you'd love to surprise him for your anniversary. Partly the reason you stumbled upon this studio.
The music begins to draw to an end so you hurriedly exit the studio, not wanting to be caught snooping around. You breathe once you're out, faced with the dark of the night.
UNEDITED.
(✎ author's note |୧ new story! 2 years later. I don't know if my writing improved or not because I literally stopped writing totally and it feels aWeSoME to be back!! eek... I'm done with high school now so I just might finish this one. Might. ୧| thanks for reading)
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