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Evie walked down the stairs into the studio. This time she saw a lot more students in the hallway, and eyes were on her, of course because she was a new face, nobody knew her but by the end of the day, everyone would.
"Evangeline, right?" A man walked up to Evie. "It's great to meet you, I'm Pablo, the director of the studio. It is a little different to accept a student this late in the term, but your talent would be wasted if you weren't enrolled."
"Actually, I prefer Evie. Evangeline is too long and I've never liked my full name. And I really appreciate that you accepted me this late. I found this studio and I just— I can't just be focused on dance, I want to be a real triple threat. But dancing is what I am. I've been dancing since before I could walk." Evie said. "I'm sorry, I am just rambling."
"Well, I have your schedule, and your first class is with Gregorio, he's our dance teacher. Good luck," Pablo smiled at the young woman. "If anything comes up or if you need anything, let one of your teachers know right away. We like to be flexible when we can."
"Thank you," Evie smiled back. She made her way to the dance room. Students were stretching, and the teacher was nowhere to be seen.
"You're in the wrong class," a blonde stated looking at Evie, scoffing. Evie was a new face, of course she wouldn't be in this specific class. "The beginners class is in the afternoon."
"That's cute, from what I saw yesterday, this must be the peewee class," Evie commented as she recognized the dancers from yesterday. "Do you all dance with no rhythm or is it just you?" She looked around the class, then her eyes locked with the blonde.
"Who do you think you are?"
"Don't worry, you'll know my name soon enough, and I don't really care for yours," Evie said.
"I see you all have met the new student," Gregorio said walking into the classroom bouncing a ball on the ground. "Evelyn Dooby—"
"Evie Dubois," Evie corrected Gregorio.
"Evie Dubois," Gregorio repeated. "She's going to show us our new choreography."
"What?" Evie questioned.
Gregorio motioned her to stand near him, he whispered, "You watched the choreography yesterday, you probably can do it better than they can by watching it once. This is your moment to show them you're the best. Don't make me regret the decision of recruiting you."
Evie nodded. She dropped her bag beside the wall and made her way to the middle of the room. She had already stretched; she always stretched when she woke up. She stretched randomly during the day. She was always ready to dance. She jumped when Gregorio threw the little yellow ball at the speaker.
Evie was a dancer. She had said that you didn't need music to dance— she didn't, but when there was music, it would move her. She watched the routine once— for a few seconds the day before, yet she had did all the moves in the correct sequence and added in a few extra moves that seemed right and added the fluidity that the choreography needed. Gregorio threw the ball and the music stopped.
"Now, I need you all to dance like her if you don't want to make a fool of yourself on stage," Gregorio told the class. "Places. I want you front and center," he told Evie, who nodded. "Ready?" he threw the ball again, letting the music start.
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"Diego, a moment," Gregorio called Diego before he left with everyone. "Evie, you too."
"What is this?" Diego questioned. "What are you doing?"
"I need a student to tutor Evie," Gregorio told Diego. "Unfortunately, for you, you are the only one I trust enough to show her the correct way to play an instrument."
"I don't need to play an instrument," Evie interjected. "I already got a spot in the program."
"In our standards, if a student isn't proficient in any musical instruments, they need to take classes for an instrument. You need to be focused on dance not learning an instrument during classes when you could be dancing," Gregorio stated. "Diego can play keyboard and guitar. He can show you and teach you."
"And if I say no?" Evie questioned.
"You lose your spot in the competition. That's the reason you joined the studio, it would be a shame to lose it since you aren't motivated enough to have someone teach you how to play a guitar— or piano."
"Don't I get a say in this? Why do I have to teach her? You're a teacher!" Diego interrupted.
"Extra credit. You two will get extra credit and the knowledge of an upcoming dance competition. The winners will be heading on a small tour and will be able to visit major cities like London, New York City, Chicago— it will give the studio so much good publicity."
"Fine," Evie stated. "I'll learn how to play a stupid instrument, but that's it. I'm not going to let anyone ruin my chance of winning this competition. I'll be the one going to NYC."
"Diego?"
"Fine," Diego gave in. "But this is the only thing I'll be doing for you, dad."
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sort of forgot about this story... but here's an update! 🫶🏽
