The Art of Dancing in the Rain

Chapter 3

 “I believe that we learn by practice. Whether it means to learn to dance by practicing dancing or to learn to live by practicing living, the principles are the same. In each, it is the performance of a dedicated precise set of acts, physical or intellectual, from which comes shape of achievement, a sense of one's being, a satisfaction of spirit. One becomes, in some area, an athlete of God. Practice means to perform, over and over again in the face of all obstacles, some act of vision, of faith, of desire. Practice is a means of inviting the perfection desired.”                                                     ―Martha Graham

Chapter 3

My detention teacher was Mr.Mitchell figures and detention was pretty much the same thing in class you didn't do your work and half of the class was asleep and half not even bothering to show up, because of this he extended are detention time like four flipping times. So at 6:00p.m when he finally let us go, you could see why everybody was so happy.

I drove all the way back to the dance studio and did my routine. I climbed through the window and since I missed the dance lessons I unpacked my books and started on my homework waiting for everybody to leave so I could go back to doing my job as Ms.Janitor a job I never ever saw myself doing when I was younger.

All of a sudden I felt a light flicker on and I saw a whole bunch of girls pour into the classroom ahead of me. What were they doing here? They had afternoon classes this late? I then saw the instructor come in and I was sure as heck it wasn't Matt...it was Drake.

I couldn't lie he looked good in a plain white shirt and black pants. After I finished ogling at him, patting myself on the back for stopping. He started getting the class to order and put on the song "Just a Girl," by Drew Seeley this is such a cliche moment I felt like I was Selena Gomez in the movie, but sadly I wasn't. We did a copy of exactly what he did in the movie, starting of with...

     'Sometimes feels like everybody,' putting are hands at are heart and pumping the hands for like two seconds before we did a fast spin.

Halfway through the song at 'The one that's dancing through my mind' I felt like he was starring straight at me like he knew I was here as we danced lost in music together. An close to the end we were both holding the mirror face to face breathing, my heart race climaxed and I bet he could hear my breathing pick up, who couldn't.

He stayed were I was for a couple more minutes and after shaking his head and grinning like a chesire cat at what he was doing he turned back around to the class and started to explain what they would do the following day. As I followed suite. I would alway be just that girl someone barely  recognized except for the teachers, maybe.

I just danced with him. Was I really dancing with him I mean he was in the actual dance studio and I was in a broom closet were the supplies were held, but it was close right? Close enough as I'll ever get. After thinking about it I saw everyone packing and after they turned off the lights and left I pulled on the string turning on the light in the middle and finished the rest of my homework.

When I finished I took out the mop and got to work. I finished cleaning all the dance studios and went down to finish the big dance floor. When I heard noise and put the mop back into the bucket cart thingy

      "And 1,2,3,4...," one of them said doing some moves I couldn't even describe while everybody else tried to learn it and most got in one shot. I mean I guess it wasn't that hard. Drake came back after looking pretty upset and said "she quit."

    "I guess were going to have to hold tryouts and find a replacement," uhhh some girls groaned while others cheered. I was about to leave when someone shouted out after me and I heard footsteps. Footsteps oh no I knew I shouldn't have snooped

     "Hey where are you going?," they called out after me I turned around and saw none other then Drake I could feel my heartbeat racing again

     "What are you doing here?," he asked with authority I knew he was stronger than me, but damn he didn't have to show it this much. Did he enjoy making me nervous? I didn't answer, and soon heard more footsteps, someone shoot me now I begged.

      "Hey Draky what happened," a pretty petite blonde asked she was one of the chicks who wasn't cheering she looked at me with confusion clear on her face, he was still staring at me. Seriously when was he going to look away, almost sensing my discomfort he gave me a scowl

         "Are you spying on us?," the question itself made me blush, yes, but I was to shy to say it, and I guessed right more people came until I think all of them were there, oh gosh this is embarassing

        "Were you?," one of the girls repeated looking annoyed I was wasting her precious time

        "Ofcourse she wasn't," I knew the voice very well Melanie my ex-best friend, you might this was some cliche story where I was the one who wronged her, but no. She started ditching me for her boyfriend who is Drake's best friend Mark, she was always the prettier one out of both of us. I just didn't think she'd have the heart to leave me alone all those times. She pushed through to the front of the circle I was in the middle of and pulled me out giving a glare to the girl who asked the question.

The blonde spoke up "Mel do you always have to help people like that, she could've been spying you never know, the competition is close," at that I scoffed she stole my best friend from me and had the nerve to say I was spying, before I could walk off or much rather run a brunette I guess blondies friend pulled me back with enough force to make me fall.

        "There was a question answer it," she said trying to scare me

       "Why would I why waste my precious time watching your easy little baby step dance moves," I said with much more confidence then I had. 

       "Oh so the nerd can dance," the brunette said. I should really learn there names.

       "Better than you yeah," I shot back.

       "Watch your mouth you don't want your first words to be your last," blondie said smirking, this chick.

       "First words honey come on this isn't Oprah I spoke since I was a month old and just because you were never worth my time doesn't mean I don't," I scoffed the others seemed taken aback. The girl who didn't talk said a full sentence and Mel and Drake just looked plain impressed. But in my defence I was always the one with a mouth and when I did speak I got myself into a whole lot of trouble.

        "And you," I said to blondie "got some serious huevos to go ahead questioning me like that."

       "You don't have to be so harsh on them," Melanie said she was always a softy for well everyone.

      "That's harsh really you shouldn't be saying that," she looked confused and then guilt washed over her and I knew she felt bad

         "I'm so-," I cut her off

         "It's, whatever," I said skipping what I was about to say and walking off...... this really wasn't my day.

HOPE YOU LIKED IT !!!!!!! Who am I kidding it was a filler chapter and probably sucked :*)