The Dance Between Us

Chapter 1

"Presss! May problema tayo!!!" a loud voice echoed from the distance, as if the person was in distress.

"What happened?" I asked, looking up at him. He glanced at me nervously and gulped.

"Uhm, the dance group we hired for tomorrow's freshmen welcoming ceremony backed out," he stammered.

"What's their reason?" I asked, noticing his growing unease.

"Uhm, they said another school offered them a higher payment. I'm pretty sure it was our rival school. Wala talaga silang magawa sa buhay," he added, looking fearful.

I nodded, unsurprised. "Thanks, you may go."

Leaning back in my chair, I massaged my temple. Our school has its own dance group, but they refused to participate this year, despite being regular performers. I wasn't aware of the reason behind their rejection, but I suspected it was connected to their club president.

I stood up and stretched, knowing I had to intervene. Our student council members had tried to convince the dance group to perform, but this time, I needed to step up. With limited time to spare, they were our only hope for a quality dance performance.

I checked my appearance in the mirror, ensuring I looked presentable. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was 10:35 a.m. I hastily combed my hair with my fingers and left my office.

As I walked down the hallway, many students greeted me, but I merely nodded in response.

"Pres, pansinin mo naman akooo!!"
"Ate ko, sino ka ba para pansinin ni pres?"
"Wag kang epal!"
"Papansin"
"Delulu"
"Kyahhh, pogi so much!"
"Jungwonnn, mahal kita to the moon and back!!"
"Mahal ka ba?"

To be honest, I didn't have time for small talk. The constant noise and chaos, reminiscent of screeching pigs, was overwhelming. I had more pressing concerns.

Upon arriving at my destination, I looked up to ensure I was at the right place before knocking.

(Dance Club)

After three knocks, the door opened, revealing a smiling boy who looked shocked to see me.

"Mr. President! Ano pong kailangan niyo?" he asked, still smiling despite the evident confusion on his face.

"I'm looking for your Club President," I replied.

The boy's curiosity grew, likely because I rarely made personal requests. "Oh, uhm, andito po. Tawagin ko lang po. Pasok po muna kayo, hehe."

He hurriedly opened the door wider for me to enter. While waiting, I noticed the room's layout: a small office behind the large mirror, two sofas in the corner, a table, and two big speakers. Except for the boy, the Club President, and myself, the room was empty - likely because the rest of the members were at the cafeteria during break time.

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I was reviewing my dance practice video in my office when a knock interrupted me. "Sino yan?" I asked lazily, setting my phone aside and yawning.

"Pres, hanap ka ni Mr. President," Lance said, one of my club members.

My eyebrows lifted in confusion. Mr. President? The infamous "Nation's Son" was looking for me? This must be urgent.