Okay hello faithful wattpadions it is I AcademyGirl568 (currently writing this) and lukesang (Hia partner) bringing you this new Academy story staring (of course) Sang & the Boys!! YAY!!!!
This story is a collaboration of @Dee-Dee_Frost 's fan-fic...
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So for those of you who do not know this is a collaboration of Dee-Dee_Frost's The dancer by lukesang and I (Academygirl568) This first part is by Dee-Dee_Frost and I just typed it the part where I actually started ,typing, writing I don't know what I'll call it, is separated by a line of high-fins. So Yah this is our story
P.S. We haven't really worked out all the kinks yet so we apologize if it gets a little confusing.
Gabriel's P.O.V
I groan as we pull into the studio. We have a mission coming up and it requires us to learn how to dance.
I can already dance, the rest of the boys however. Not so much. I bet our teacher is going to either be awful at dancing, is going to flirt with us, or be jealous of us. I'd wanted to teach the all myself but they want a professional.
Fuckers.
We all climb out of different cars, Victors, Mr.B's, and North's and head into the building.
The inside has air conditioning, and it's very open. My kinda place. The design was great, nothing I'd want to change, I'm going to ask the receptionist who the designer is.
"Hello, I'm Victor Morgan. We have a dance lesson today?" Victor puts it into a question rather than a statement. He doesn't want to be here either.
The receptionist smiles a flirty smile and tries to subtly pull her shirt down. It isn't subtle and neither is her continuous eyelash fluttering. Ew.
She quickly pulls up our lesson information.
"Well," her voice is high and horrible. I take a closer look at her and see she's wearing a bright yellow mini skirt and a neon pink top, which she'd pulled down to show the top of her bra. She's got tons of make-up on, I wouldn't be surprised if you had to use a knife to get to her actual skin. The worst part? She's like forty. Ew.
"Your dance lesson is with dancer.She's probably ready for you." I hear some of the others snickering at the name of The Dancer.
"Is her name really dancer?" Luke asks, still snickering.
The receptionist rolls her eyes. "No one knows her real name. So we just call her dancer. Good luck with her." Then the old bag went back to staring at us. The others all started towards the door dancer is behind, but I stay back.
"Um, excuse me miss reception lady?" This is awkward. I don't know her name. the gross woman smiled at me. Ewwwww. "Who designed this room?"
At this question her face turned into a scowl. Now she's even more unattractive.
