Pirouette

1: Baby

• Music. Is. Mandatory. •

"Move, move, move! Get out of the way!"

Jumping to the side when two people steering a shopping cart with a guy sitting in it came rolling wildly down the hall, howling with laughter, Fiona nearly fell backwards and landed on the floor had it not been for her quick reflex to catch on to the sill of the door to the studio she was glaring inside.

Loud music started thumping, just as a bunch of people spread aside for the shopping cart that came rolling in with uncontrolled speed. Everyone did like Fiona and stared with open mouthes as the two controlling the cart suddenly braked and had the guy sitting inside flying out with his limbs bashing about.

And then—just as Fiona waited to see the inevitable crash and hear the bones on the poor guy break—he landed on his hands and knees in a pose, just as the beat dropped.

Everyone in the studio took a synchronized step back as the guy lifted his head in tact with the beat. That's when Fiona realized it was all choreographed.

They all jumped at the next beat, striking a similar pose to the guy in the center, who clearly had a flair for the dramatic. With soft, but wild chocolate brown hair, tan skin and a muscular built, fit for a dancer, he looked insanely good.

Everyone suddenly started doing a synchronized domino move where one started a move, then the next one copied it a fraction of a second later, then the next, and so on. The guy in the middle then stepped out and did a routine. He was fast, Fiona noted, watching him dance with a gaping mouth. His footwork was amazing. He twirled on the floor, did a headstand, a pose, then did a backflip, landed on his hands and struck another pose with his legs in the air.

Who the hell was this guy? Fiona wondered as she watched from the door.

Jumping back up again, the guy clapped his hands twice and then the rest of the crew begun dancing again, all of them jumping into the same pose as him. They danced out their routine, the guy in the middle appearing to be the crew leader, topping off everything they did with a move that was twice the more amazing.

The whole crew ended the routine off with doing a thing where the lead guy jumped up over a wall they had made with their bodies and landed on his feet, throwing his cap at the mirror with a grin. As the music snapped and ended, everyone broke out of formation and cheered and clapped. The guy at the front grinned as well and picked up his cap again, putting it back where it belonged. He bumped fists with a few of the guys and teased a couple of the girls with some booty-pinches. He then shifted his eyes to the door, still wearing his grin, and spotted Fiona.

She jumped as if having been stung, swung around and quickly headed on down the hall where she was supposed to be.

Watching them dance had been fun, but she could never in a million years do something like that, join a crew. They were so loud and extroverted. Not that that was a bad thing, it was just the exact opposite of what she was.

Looking down at her feet that were covered in her her warmup ballet slippers, she readjusted her tights that clung to her thin but muscular legs as she walked to the closed studio she had booked.

The DanceDec was a place that had dance studios for rent all year long, but over the last few months, the popularity had risen like crazy. Had it not been because Fiona had booked well ahead of time, she wouldn't have been able to dance this month. It would've ruined her.