𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Dancer • Conor

Requested by @Mackenzie214 hope I did it justice!
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"One, two, three"

"Hold it, hold it!"

"Put some attitude into it!"

"Come on!"

Dance is hard. And always has been. But when you're someone who aspires to be a pro it's even harder. So many hours, so much energy, so much effort. However I know it's what I want to do, and I will get there.

"Right girls, take a break" The choreographer of the session sighs. I do one last spin and descend off into the corner of the studio, breathing heavily.

Fans cascade air onto our hot bodies as each girl rummages through their bags and chugs some of their drink. I do as well, holding my bottle up high and squirting the water down my throat to hydrate myself.

"Good spin" Someone pats me harshly on the back and I choke on my gulp water.

"Thanks" I cough, turning to my sister. She laughs and grabs her own drink, downing some. "At least I didn't critique the teacher" I say smugly, and cough again.

"Yeah, whatever" She shrugs.

The break finishes and we're soon back on the floor, sweating, breathing heavily, dyeing for a drink, aching for another break, but still not showing it. You have to be determined and persistence is key if you want to make it.

"Five, six, seven, eight and SPIN" The teacher yells and we each ready ourselves.

I lift my leg to my knee and lift up onto my tiptoe. It feels like you're suck in time as you spin around once, twice, three times, and a fourth, over and over again. I hear some large sighs, people stopping, and suddenly I feel eyes on me as I lift my arms and gently end my spin, dizzy and light-headed.

"Oh my god" A girl looks at me with widened eyes. She looks around my age, and startled. "Did you just spin perfectly for like...a whole year?"

"Um..I.." I look at her, my cheeks starting to turn red. "I don't know.."

"That was fucking amazing" She smiles and I notice the other girls all going off for a break again. "What's you name?"

"Oh, er, Mackenzie" I smile timidly.

"I'm Anna" She wraps her arm around my shoulder and walks me towards the back of the room. "You're so good!"

"Thankyou" I blush. Wow, this girl is so nice.

"No problem" She shrugs. "How often do you dance?"

"Like...everyday?"

"Woah" She awes and we both grab our drinks bottles. We take a swig at the same time, swallow, and then start giggling.

"How about you?" I flip the question on her.

"Only twice a week...I wish I could do more but my brother can't bring me"

"You're brother brings you? That's cool" I say honestly. My mum brings me...totally cool.

"Yeah, he's busy most the time" She sighs but then her face happily lights up again. "Do you want to comeback to mine?"

"Oh er, I'll have to ask my sister" I mumble, glancing over at her and then back at Anna. "But I'd love too"

"Cool" She smiles.

"Right girls, back on for five then you can leave!" The choreographer yells, girls running back to the mirrors.

"Last five" Anna sighs. "You coming?"