Am I really ready to leave cheering behind? Perhaps not entirely. My body craves movement, a sway of the hips to every beat I hear. That's why I've taken the plunge to audition for the Dance Club. It's a departure from cheering but feels like a natural progression. While I may not cheer anymore, I know I can dance, and that's why I'm here.
"Ah, Ms. Prescott, the former assistant cheer captain, right? Seems like you might be in the wrong place; we don't use pompoms here," he quipped with a smirk. Instantly, I found myself disliking him. Firstly, his bald head wasn't my cup of tea. Secondly, his oversized clothes gave him a wannabe DJ Khaled vibe. If this is the dancer's uniform, count me out. But wait, I'm here to dance. My thoughts were interrupted as he spoke up again.
"Next, please..." "Hold on a moment," I interjected hastily. "I'm more than just a girl with pompoms," I asserted.
"Let's see what you can do," a new voice chimed in. When I glanced over, he winked encouragingly, urging me to dance. He was undeniably handsome, dressed in a yellow semi-fitted shirt and faded jeans - the kind of outfit I considered normal. He stands tall at about 6 feet, with a lean and athletic build that speaks to his agility and strength. His dark brown hair is cut short on the sides and slightly longer on top, his eyes are a striking shade of hazel, often reflecting a mix of determination and warmth. His sharp jawline and well-defined facial features give him a chiseled appearance that is both rugged and refined.
"You're late for the audition! Seriously, do I have to handle everything myself?" griped the bald man in his oversized attire.
"Enough chatter! Let's play the song and see what this talented young lady can do," he shot back. The music started, and as Taylor Swift's "Shake it Off" began to play, I danced as if I were the only one in the room, moving rhythmically with confidence. When the music stopped, I saw their surprised expressions. I may be embellishing a bit, but I could sense they were impressed by my performance.
"Well, looks like you've got some moves! Welcome to the team. You can call me Ace, and that bald guy over there is Cyril," he introduced with a friendly smile.
"Thank you," I replied, my spirits lifted.
"We'll schedule a one-on-one practice for you this Thursday after lunch to help you catch up on the steps before joining the rest of the group. Sound good?" Ace said with a hint of authority, confirming my suspicion that he led the group.
"Sounds perfect. See you on Thursday," I said, turning to leave. As I was about to exit, I heard Ace whisper, "See you later, gorgeous." I glanced back and gave a nod.
"That's a classic Ace move! Looks like he's smitten," Cyrill teased.
"Enough!" Ace's final word rang out as I stepped out of the room.
Thursday finally arrived, and I was buzzing with excitement! Whether it was the thrill of being part of the Dance Club or the compliments from Ace, I felt like I was on top of the world. Being accepted like this was something I'd always hoped for but never expected to happen.
"Hey, Hart, you look like you're on cloud nine," Charlie remarked as we both rummaged through our lockers.
"I guess I am," I replied, unable to hide the smile in my voice.
"So, how did the audition go?" I asked eagerly as we made our way to the cafeteria.
"A total disaster!" Kate exclaimed, joining Charlie and me on our way to lunch.
"Absolutely," Hannah chimed in.
"You should really consider joining our squad," Kate suggested, looking at me with concern as we took our usual seats.
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Teen Fiction"I just want to go someplace where no one knows my me." Just like that, my wish has been granted. My mom and I will move to a new place, I had to leave my former school, being a cheer captain is no longer for me. I can finally run away from my pos...
