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Gangnam, South Korea
Ten
With sweaty hands and trembling legs, I head to the dance club with the registration sheet in my hand. After a few turns and countless of doors, the entrance to the dance club was finally in sight.
As I come closer, the sound of music, feet stomping on sync and shoes squeaking against the floor enter my ears.
Finally, I am in front of the room. I heaved a deep sigh and knocked on the opaque glass door.
My knocks were muffled by the loud music playing. I try again but louder this time.
The music was paused.
"Come in!" yelled a voice from the other side. A voice which I recognized, Lisa's.
I pushed the door open while clearing my throat to regain the confidence and courage I've lost while filling up this piece of paper but to my dismay I failed and my greetings came out as a small yelp.
I lift my head and realized that everyone was looking at me, those who had their backs turned watched me curiously on the mirrors on the walls.
Almost immediately, I meet the eyes of the reason why I'm here. Her eyes widen and I saw her mumble my name with confusion. I approach her without minding the stares and glares of all the other members.
I reach my hand out and gave her my registration sheet.
"I want to join the dance club." I said with confidence, looking directly in her beautiful brown orbs.
She scoffed, "Suddenly?"
"Why? I can't?"
"No, it's not that. I didn't think you were into dancing."
"Now you do" I replied with a smile.
"Ok mister but we have to see you dance first" she smirked
He signaled a guy near the speaker and he nodded in reply.
"Let's see what you've got!" Lisa shouted.
Then, some electronic music abruptly played meaning it was my cue to show my dancing skills. I was pretty confident that I wouldn't disappoint Lisa because I inherited my mom's talent, who was a ballet dancer.
