We're both out of breath by the time the song ends. This is it, this is the one.
He looks up at me and smiles, I return it ten times over.
"You know, this song reminds me of you," He says. My brow furrows in confusion.
"How?" I ask. He walks towar...
If you watch the video, imagine the first guy who performs (the one in the back) as Zach.Not exactly what he physically looks like but how he dances.
Enjoy
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I head to the studio a little early, wanting to warm up. As I round the corner into the section of the school that all the dance studios are in, I hear a distant boom, boom of a base coming from the direction of the hip-hop room. I walk a little faster, intrigued. I wonder who's in there.
As I come closer to the door I start to recognize the song. Say it, by Tory Lanez. I look through the window on the door and my eyebrows shoot up in surprise. I find Zach dancing passionately in the middle of the mats, facing the mirrors.
I found him mid song, so he's already in the flow and not focusing on anything but the moves and the feel of the music.
It hits the chorus and it's like he lets loose. He hits every beat and exaggerates his movements in a way that makes it impossible to look away. His facial expressions aren't any different. Talk about textures.
By the time my phone dings letting me know practice starts soon, the song's practically over and his moves seem to become less extreme, less ragged. Almost smoothe.
If I'm being completely honest with myself, I would say Zach is one of the best dancers I have ever met. He might even be better than me. Might.
I'm about to go show my new-found respect but am stopped by the sound of applause. I turn my head a little and see a bunch of freshmen and sophomores (all girls) sitting against the back wall. Seriously?
I don't know what I expected. I still have respect for his dance, but not so much for him.
I watch as he smiles and runs his hand through his hair as they all clap and tell him how good he was. Some even take selfies with him, and I'm pretty sure a few offer their number which Zach undoubtedly collects as trophies. I roll my eyes and step back as they exit through the door I was behind.
Zach stays, laughing to himself and shaking his head as if thinking, "damn, that was easy." I choose this time to barge through the doors, give him a well-earned look of disgust and head straight toward the master computer to prep for practice. I've wasted enough time already.
He looks startled, but doesn't really react. Just goes to the same corner from last night and takes a gulp from his water bottle.
"Hey," he says, still sounding out of breath.
I glance his way and press play on Horses by PnB rock, Kodak Black, and A Boogie wit da Hoodie. I turn the volume down and say, "stretch". Then I blast it and dance my way to the center of the floor.
He cocks a smile, meets me there and we start our stretches. It's not long before people start filing in and follow our lead. Zach takes over that process while I freestyle. Lauren gives me a curious look when she realizes that me and Zach were here together before practice. I pretend not to see and dance the rest of the song away, along with all my frustrations.
Time to focus.
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Hey ya'll!
True fact: I was born in Texas. I didn't really give much thought to where Devyn came from before this chapter. It was kind of a sper of the moment. (BTW you won't really understand this reference until the next chapter)
As usual I hoped you enjoyed and votes are always appreciated.
Until next time,
~Your friendly neighborhood bookworm ;)>
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