Live and Breathe Dance

Hey y'all! I decided to start a new story (since it's summer and I have nothing better to do). I was inspired by @Lalaloopsy672 's 1D fan fiction (I'm not a directioner, I just read her 1D stories cuz she's mah bestie!!!) and it's really good, so all you Directioners out there better go read it her other 1D fan fiction, and Give Me Love (not a fan fic). Anyways...hope y'all enjoy this story! Vote, comment, become a fan! Love ya! ~Lydi

ABIGAIL'S POV

My life is unlike anyone else's. I'm a dancer, and I do every kind of dance you could think of-ballet, modern, jazz, hip hop, tap, lyrical-I do it all. Not only do I do all this, I compete. I love the feeling of being a winner and being envied by other dancers, and the adrenaline rush right before I go onstage. Dancing is my heart and soul, I live and breathe it.

There's just one thing. Because of my intense practices and rehearsals and competitions, I don't get to have the normal teenage life that most everyone has. I'm home-schooled and I'm always traveling all around the country, and sometimes out of the country if I move into the finals. I don't have anyone to turn to, except for my best friend Gavin.

Most guys don't dance, but he's one of the only guys that does. We've been friends ever since I started dancing. I'd say he's just as good a dancer as me. We take all the same classes, and sometimes we home-school together. Even though he's a guy, he understands everything I go through, and I understand everything he goes through. Most people think we're dating, but even if we were, we wouldn't have hardly any time to do anything special together. So let me make this clear-dating is out of the question.

Every dance studio has its problems. All of my teachers love me because of my determination, perseverance, and effort in dance. But all the other dancers loathe me, 100%. I don't want to sound egotistical, but I am almost confident that they're jealous of me. I always place in competitions, and the teachers always choreograph really good solos for me to dance. They're not very nice to Gavin, either, and I think that's why we're so close.

Aside from the bitches and not being able to experience a normal life, I love dance and I wouldn't want anything else.

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I bursted through the door of the studio, sweat streaming down my face and body. I ran to my water bottle and let the water completely drench my skin and tongue. It was Saturday afternoon and I'd been dancing since 9 am. My body was aching from stretching and working my muscles all week. Suddenly, I felt a jab in my back. "Ouch!" I yelped. I turned around to see Gavin hovering over me. "Thanks so much, Gavin. You know how much I love painful jabs in my back when I least expect it." I said sarcastically. Gavin's dark brown hair was in his face and drenched in sweat, and his bright green eyes were hidden by his long eyelashes. He was wearing a loose gray t-shirt, black work-out pants that were rolled up halfway up his legs, and he held his blue waterbottle in his hand.

"Sorry," he apologized with a smirk, "I couldn't miss the oppurtunity."

"Sure, whatever." I said, poking him in the stomach as I stood up. We walked back into the studio, where Ms. Tina was leaning over her iPod.

"Ok," Ms. Tina said as she turned around. "Let's run it from the top again." She pressed play, and the song Warior by Mark Foster, A-Trak and Kimbra. "And 5, 6, 7, 8!"

I let the music flow through my ears as I did the steps full-out. Kick, step, side-leap, turn and POSE! Punch, kick, hop turn, HOLD, 7-8! Walk, walk, hip, hip! I thought as the music pumped through the big wall-speakers. "REMEMBER THE STEPS, NOW!" Ms. Tina screamed through the loud music. Push, Abigail, push! Keep going! I thought, I was already exhausted. Three step turn, push, pull back, pivot step, kick, step, side-leap, turn and POSE! I was panting like a dog by the end of the song. "Good, everyone! Very good..." Tina said as she paused the music. "Sarah, you were early on 'cry for the ones you love', the hop is on 7, not 5. And...oh! Kayla-the drop was fantastic, but you really have to let your back GO!" I looked at Gavin, who was right next to me. "You were REALLY good, Abs." he mouthed. I giggled, and turned my attention back at Tina. "Ok, everyone. That's a rap. Make sure you check the schedule for next week's rehearsals. Have a nice rest of your weekend!" She practically shooed us out of the studio. I gathered all of my things and tossed it in my dance bag. Gavin poked me in the back again. "Ready to go?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said as I stood up. We walked out the door and started walking home.

"You did really good today!" Gavin said.

"Psh, stoooop." I said, blushing. "I guess I could've been worse..."

"You have got to stop being so negative! You are a great dancer, and you know it."

"Well what would you say if I told you that you did awesome tonight too?"

He paused for a second. "I'd say you did better."

"Ah hah!" I said, smirking.

"Touché."