Sanders Sides One-Shots ((REQUESTS))

Dance Studio

This is a analogical fanfic, but only if you look close enough. Thank you to the lovely LukaLullaby for sending me this prompt! If anyone wants to request somethings, please do so!

Patton's POV

Everyone knows me as the dad character, who spent all day making puns, and cooking. But I have a hobby of my own, ballet. I didn't openly practice this, as none of us had shared our secret hobbies and talents with each other, it had just never come up in conversation before.

I would always keep a dance bag with my shoes and costumes under my bed so when I got the chance to slip out of the house quickly, I could do so without anyone noticing.   

Today, however, I was running late. Normally I would be able to sneak out just after lunch, but today Anxiety had decided to stay out later, and I wasn't going to refuse to talk to one of my kiddos!

Once Anxiety had decided he was tired and slunk back to his room to bury himself under his mountain of blankets that I knew he kept because I did the laundry; I finally was able to grab my dance bag and head to the dance studio that the other traits didn't know about.

When I entered, I flicked on the lights and set up my speakers in front of the middle of the wall of mirrors. There was a section with mats on the floor, another section with a pole, and a different section with shiny hard wood floors and elegant red and gold drapes separating it from the rest of the room.

I don't use any of those sections. I use the section with a barre in the back and a floor made of dark maple wood. This was the best section for practicing ballet seeing as a lot of the warm up are done on the barre.

I press play on my music so I can start warming up. I do stretches, basic moves and get myself ready for practicing my latest routine. Lately I had been working on a solo Maddie Ziegler had done, called Cry. It was a beautiful piece, however difficult due to the amount of flips that you had to do. Although it was all about expressions, something I'm great at.

After warming up I play the music for my piece, and started performing the moves. It had been a pretty good attempt at the song, though there were a few bumps here and there.

I looked at the clock and noticed that this was usually around the time I leave the studio, but I had only been able to run through the song once since I came in late, so I decided it wouldn't do any harm to practice a few more times. No one would notices the short absence.

After running through it a few times, I stopped and went over the few moves I was having trouble with, the two flips where you couldn't use your hands, and your legs had to go into the splits in mid air. It was a difficult move the achieve, especially to do twice in one performance. I kept running the flip.

I had finally gotten the flip down, and was already in the process of jumping again when I heard the door open. After landing the the jump I turned my head to the door and found Logan standing there, wide eyed.

I felt nervous. No one knew about my ballet, I hadn't told or shown anyone. What would Logan think of me? As I started the question this, I noticed Logan was holding a dance bag of his own. Now it was me staring with wide eyes.

"Do you dance?" I ask surprised. I hadn't ever imagined that would be Logan's secret talent, but I almost squealed at the thought.

"I could be asking you that." He replied, no longer in shock from the new found information about me.

"Yeah. I do ballet. What do you do?" I asked, curious to know what Logan enjoyed.

"I do pop routines. It is like hip hop mixed with pop and lock techniques." Logan, replied calmly, while I stood there with excitement written all over my face.