nickinac's drafties

promise keeper.

"i heard we have a new dancer today."

"really? it's been so long."

"mmhm. and she's supposed to be dancing with beyoncé."

"no fair. we been tryna dance with her for years."

i sighed tying my dancing shoes. the talk about a new dancer has been all i hear. they act like it's something new. we get new dancers all the time and they never last.

just rich parents paying their way here to get turned around. i don't blame them though. having this team on your resume could get you places.

"alright! everybody up!" our instructor came in and we stood up, backs straight, shoulders back. i smoothed my bun, making sure my flyaways weren't overpowering. if i was being honest, i was ready to see this new girl. "all i hear is this new girl talk. who spilled the beans?"

mrs union walked around the ballroom in her black leotard. i looked around to see so i could know too. they always run their mouths.

"well...you're right. there will be a new dancer today and i want you all to welcome her with open arms."

"is she another trial? or is she permanent?" miley had a lot to say as always. i looked down the line at her, catching mrs unions face. she ignored her question.

that told us all we needed to know. this girl was possibly here to stay. had she been a trial, we would've gotten some type of response. and it made me excited to know someone new was around.

"beyoncé, i want you to be her leader."

"how come she get to do it?"

"mrs union i want to do it."

"i think i should."

all the girls started to bicker, wondering why she didn't pick them. i kept my eyes on her and nodded. yea...this girl making this ballroom her new home. especially if i have to show her around.

mrs.union doesn't let me do nothing unless its beneficial. she said im one of the best and she needs me to set examples for these girls. i try, but they focus on doing better than me instead of being like me.

i mind my business though.

"when she gets here, you'll all continue like it's a normal day. i want everybody working on the pieces i gave last week, not a peep about it. understand?"

"yes maam." everybody grumbled at different times. i turned my head to the window. there was a big black truck that pulled up, the doors opening and i zoned everything else out.

she was here.

the driver went around to open the doors and stepped out a woman and a man. that had to be her parents. i felt a chill go down my spine at a pair of legs stepping out next.

i couldn't see her yet...

"beyoncé."

"ma'am?" i looked away, snapping back to reality. mrs.union called me to her and i glanced back to the window just for the family to not be there anymore.

dang it.

"come with me."

"alright." i followed behind her. she walked as elegant as always, the best posture i'd ever seen. when i get older i wanna have my own ballroom like mrs.union. she said she can see me getting there.

we walked through the halls until we made it to the very last door at the end. the double doors. only the best shows were performed through there. a huge ballroom that could fit so many people.