Dancing with the Boys (Harry Styles Love Story)

Chapter 12: Dancing and Pictures

Chapter 12: Dancing and Pictures

I woke up and went downstairs, had breakfast, then sat down in the living room with the others. “Anything today?” I asked Isabel, and she shook her head.

I sighed and slouched down in my armchair. The purple telephone rang and Kate answered it. She spoke for some time then said, “Can I call you back?” She scribbled down a number then hung up the phone.

“Who was that?” Rachel asked.

“It was some director, who’s putting on this play, and he wants us to dance for the opening!” she cried. I sat up.

“Did he say what type of dance, anything?” Avalon asked.

Kate explained. Apparently, a man by the name of Robert Bergus, was putting on a play about a young girl who becomes a ballerina. The play was mainly about ballet, and he wanted the crew and a few other students from a ballet school to dance as the opening, a sort of twelve princesses kind of dance. There would be seven of us, and five other students.

“What do I tell him Li?” she asked. The other girls turned to look at me.

“Call him and find out the date. If we’re free, definitely,” I replied.

Kate dialed the number and mouthed the date to Isabel, who began flipping through the Book, then nodded her head. She spoke a little while again, then gasped and said, “Everyday! Hold on.” Kate passed the phone to me.

I agreed to what the director said and hung up. “Whew!” I said, sliding my hands over my forehead.

“What?” Alexia asked.

“Apparently, we’ll be training for this ballet performance everyday! The times could be changed to suit us,” I announced.

“Why every day?” asked Katie,

“Because the other five girls who are dancing with us belong to the New York School of Ballet,” I said, leaning back. “And the last time we did ballet was for Selena’s performance, these girls train every day.”

We sighed, thinking of the amount of work we would have to put in before the play, which was in one week. The boys walked in and noticed how glum we looked. “What’s up?” Liam asked.

We explained. Zayn whistled. “I don’t know anything about ballet, but I’m guessing you girls are going to be extremely sore the day after tomorrow,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said through gritted teeth, glaring at him.

“Sorry.”

The next day, we woke up early and had a big breakfast. We would have to go to the studio for ten o’clock, one hour for lunch at eleven, then train until four.

“Bye boys,” Katie called as we walked out the door.

“Good luck!”

We got into the bus and drove off, following the directions. “Ugh, I’m so nervous, I think I want to throw up,” said Rachel, pressing her stomach with both hands.

“Me too,” I groaned.

“Do you think she’ll be nice? Or really strict? Or a he?” Katie asked.

“It’s a she, and I have no idea what she’ll be like, but I’m feeling way too nervous. Isabel, how about you turn around the bus and take us home?” I called.

“No chance of that. Although I’m sorely tempted,” she replied.

When we arrived at the studio, I sighed. We were practicing at a rented studio space and I was extremely nervous. What if the teacher was one of those really strict ones, who criticized everything you did and didn’t like to be asked questions? I shook my head and put on a bright smile. “Come on girls!” I walked in through the doors.