Jaspar One Shots

No.7 Dance Off

A/N: I thought about this while writing No. 6 Club Love. I had to start writing otherwise I would forget about it. Hope you enjoy! P.S. This isn't my best, so I apologize for this poorly written one shot.

Summary: Joe and Caspar are both dancers. Joe has been going to Paige's Prestige Dance Academy since she opened the studio because him and Paige are best friends. When new comer Caspar Lee joins, Joe can't help feel jealous because everybody seemed to have liked Caspar better than him and Paige thought that he was as good as him. Joe wanted to prove that he was better than Caspar so he challenged him to a dance off.

Warnings: I mean, it's okay.

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Joe's POV

I was walking to Paige's Prestige Dance Academy, a world known studio for having the best dancers of the world. I so happen to be the best friend of the founder and owner: Paige Hills. Paige and I go way back. We're childhood friends, in fact. I'm Paige's top dancer. When I was in high school I got made fun of for liking a "girls sport." I never stopped dancing though. I love to dance. It's expressing yourself without words.

"Hey Joe!" Paige chirped when I walked into the studio.

"Hello Paige," I greeted.

"Oh, Joe, guess what!" Paige exclaimed excitedly.

"What?" I questioned.

"Joe, please just guess," Paige pleaded.

"Um, you got Mikhail Baryshnikov to come your studio?" I asked, low key hoping she would say yes.

"Ugh, I wish! But no, I got someone who could be the next Mikhail! His name is Caspar Lee, and he's from south Africa. He's three years younger than you, but he's extremely good. Maybe even better than you," Paige smirked.

"What! I don't know about that," I said, flustered.

"Haha, just kidding Joe. You'll always be number one in my book. Mmmm, number two. After me, of course," Paige laughed.

"Ah, very funny. So, when is new guy coming?" I asked.

"He's coming in today, around 2:30. Caspar is a really funny and nice person. I think you two will get along well," Paige said.

I nodded. She walked away to do whatever and I walked into a practice room to work on my routine for our show. Every month Paige always has everyone in the studio do a dance routine for anyone in London who wants to come. All the proceeds go to charity and children's hospitals. 

I was doing a ballet solo and a production dance. There is so many people in the studio that our show is three days long. Each day is different routines of different people dancing. Our very last dance is our production dance, which has everyone in the studio in it.

The fun part about all of this is that we get to choreograph our own dances. I chose to dance to Perfect by Ed Sheeran. I love this song so much! I wanted to make sure it was perfect, pun not intended, because I really wanted the audience to feel the song, you know what I mean?

I've been practicing for about an hour, until a knock sounded. 

"Come in," I called.

"Hey Joe! Caspar just came, and I want everyone to come say hi to him!" Paige exclaimed.

"Okay. I'm coming," I said.

I walked out of the practice room and followed Paige to the big dance floor. There stood a tall, blonde haired, blue eyed man. When he heard footsteps he turned around and smiled. He was already talking to some of the people here. I got to admit, he was very nice looking.