The Rules of Dance | f.t

S E V E N

☆ = Begining of flash back
♢ = Time skip (still flashback)
♦︎ = End of flashback
♪ = Play music
♣︎ = Time Skip

*A/N: Just letting you guys know, I didn't put the first song that will be used in the chapter in the media but I'll put the title of it at the end of the chapter incase you guys wanna look it up in your free time, the second song used in this chapter will be in the media*

Lucy's POV

Broke Down

Apparently, I understand nothing.

How the hell did I end up here?

'Here' is currently my old dance studio.

I stood in the worn out building, nostalgic feelings washing over me as I stood in the dark room alone. I closed my eyes and let a breath out, "Why?" I whispered to the empty walls.

I fell to my knees, the wooden floor creaking beneath my weight. "Why am I here? Why?" I pondered with a frown, rubbing my sweaty palms against my pink sweatpants.

"Why am I even wearing this? Why..."

My mind wondered back to the performance from a few days ago. "Why... had I enjoyed that?"

"I don't deserve happiness from performing. It was what brought my mom happiness and I can't let myself be selfish enough to take that from her.... Even if she isn't here."

I wrapped my arms around my torso, rubbing them with my cold hands, making my way upward and leaving my hands tightly clamped around my shoulders.

I looked forward to where I left my duffle bag, "Why did I bring that?" I chuckled sadly, "'Why' is my question of the day I suppose."

I brought myself back to my feet, balancing my body and proceeding to walk over to my bag.

I crouched down, zipping the bag open and grabbing my speaker and phone.

I stood up again and placed the speaker on the bench next to my duffle. At least this place was no longer in use, now I could use it this once.

I scrolled through my playlists, clicking a song and connected the device into the speaker.

I walked to the center of the studio tightening my pigtails quickly before the music began.

I got into position, sitting on the floor with my legs flat against the ground, prepared to do a freestyle with this dance.

"Beauty queen of only eighteen,
she had some trouble with herself..."

I brought my knees up to my chest, letting my shoulders drop as my position changed. I let my body fall back to lay flat against the cold wooden floor. I looked to my right, rolling over onto my side and moving my left leg so that it pointed to the ceiling.

I rolled over again, this time onto my stomach, proping myself on my elbows and speading my legs into a split. I listened to the lyrics closely.

I took in a breath, covering my face with my hands.

I couldn't do it.