"At 29 Natasha Rose was on her way, she was a professional dancer about to take a place with the New York ballet, she loved everything about dancing, she was ready to take on the world sadly, one night all that was stolen from her when a drunk driver smashed in to her car, crushing her spin and legs she was told she would walk again with time, but she would never dance again, that was 6 years ago, she now teaches dance and works in her families Italian dinner, Natasha Rose would have been one of the greatest" "do you have to read that?" "yes darling because, I never believe such things" "dad I love you, and I have to go to work, tell momma I'll stay at my place tonight as I have to open the studio" she said grabbing her bag and leaving her parents home, the warm air moved her brown hair across her face, she stoped to fix her hair, putting it up in a bun, she wrapped her scarf around her neck and took a good look at her self she had freckles, blue eyes she wore glasses but also used contacts, she had fair skin and was 5'2 which made the fact that she use to dance even more impressive, she looked down at her watch "shit, your gona be late again" she said to her self she turned the corner and headed in to a building called roes dance studio, she walked a flight of stairs and opened the door turned on the lights opened the windows and welcomed her students, "welcome please come in, now no one sands in the back here we stand together and make mistakes then pick each other up, so hands up whose new " two ladies healed up their hands, she smiled "anyone else?" she looked baround "okay lets start with stretches because the last thing we need is pulled mussels" she walked over to the cd player and pressed play there was a loaded bang on the door and a man stood there " are you opened" he asked few the glass door Natasha walked over "yes and class started 10 minuets ago" "look can I please join your class" "fine your welcome to but please be on time in future Mr?" "xavier is fine" "very well ( she oped the door and he walked in he was very tall ) I'm Natasha, but everyone just calls me tash, okay lets get started"
after class " um Natasha" "yes tash is fine in fact I insisted on it" "um do you do privet classes?" "yes but I charge extra for does, do you need to get privet classes? what style in particular?'' she asked she tried not to look at him as he made her nervous, " contempory and ballet" "oh I see that will be fine be back here tonight around 7, I do contempory but lill is the more formal one she does ballet so you get both of us and don't be late" "7 is...fine 7 it is" he grabbed his things and left "he is delicious can I have a slice" victor no, you can eat the client tell" "but he is fine" "and paying for privet lessons" "lucky" "go home I need to" "be alone with the wall" "yes" victor left and she walked over to the music and put on a song temperature by Sean Paul and turned it up, she walked over to the wall which was a long mirra, she placed her hands on the glass and closed her eyes and felt the music and move hands on the glass to the beat then she moved to music and the beat, she forgot all masseur of time, a cough interrupted her, she fixed her hair walked over and turned the music off "hi" Xavier had returned and was 3 minuets earlier and hand cleaned him self up, she was not ready for that, "your early" "yes you said 7, I'm a lot of things but being late is not one, and as for this Moring I apologies I was rude, shall we get stated?'' he asked taking of his jacket " you should ( he started stretching ) fine lets start, what brought you here" " I screwed up, and destroyed my carer, drinking is bad" "I've heard" "look your my last chance to turn my life around, please your the last studio in Boston" " ill help you, I of all people know what a second chance can do, shall we" she turned on the music "now show me how much you want this" after the class Natasha evaluated him "you have amazing form, and your lines, I'm impressed, your good infact your amazing why? are you here? you could teach my class" " I just need this, I'll pay double" "privet lessons are $250 a lesson" "ill pay $500" "okay, tomorrow night 6 o'clock" "thank you" he grabbed his stuff and left.
"he sound sexy" "kaya stop, but yes he's very sexy" " are my girls talking about boys?" " no momma just one his paying for privet lessons" " I see and he's sexy" " momma, yes" "oh very nice" "stop it, I don't need that" "Natasha everyone needs someone" "maybe whose hungry?" after dinner with her family she walked home, she lived in a loft the results of her amazingly cut short creer, she walked past her home studio which hadn't been used in 6 years, she hadn't done a lot of things in 6 years, she never got married, she never became a star with the new York ballet and she would never danced like she once did again, she showered put on her pj's and watched all her favourite dance flicks, until she fell a sleep, the next day she was setting up the studio victor walked in "Mr sexy Is here" "stop it, you should kiss him" "out go do the books" "fine" he walked out as Xavier walked in " hi" "hi so I was thinking and I want you to try something I do to re center my self" "is it the thing you were doing with the mirra?" he asked removing his jumper "yes but you need to let all control go and just let the beat move you, don't think it, fell it" she pressed play she watched he move to the beat, "okay face me" he turned around " close your eyes, now do what my hands do" she moved her hands on his chest " do you fell that?" "yes, yeah" "fell it, now move" he turned back to the mirra and
moved to the beat then stoped facing her, " like that?" she breathed in not daring to look up at him, " okay, um yeah like that,good I need a moment" she said walking backwards and tripping over a chair " I'm....fine, victor" she walked fast to the office "that was hot" "you saw that?'' " honey I was watching and you to have fire and it is burning" " I cant go back out there, he makes me sweaty" "what?'' " nervous" "oh" "I can hear you both, your actual talking raver loud" he called out with a smile" kill me" Natasha said as she walked back out "it's rude to listen to other people talking" "to be fair you did leave the door opened and also, you friend is right that was hot" "okay and with that good night" she grabbed his jumper and bag handed them to him and walked over to the door "so tomorrow I'm gona say 5" "I have a class till 8" "then ill be at the class and after wards" he walked out victor came out jumping around like a child "oh my god, he likes you" "no, no really"
Natasha walked home that evening smiling, she dear wounder if just maybe he might actually like her.
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Contemporay heart
Любовные романыfollows a dancer named Natasha Rose, whoes life is turned up sided down after a car crash, then 5 years later she meets a man named Nicholas who resets everything, but when the truth comes out it will test Natasha's heart.
