Conversations With The Moon (Bruno Mars One-Shots)

Finesse pt. 2

"Ok!" You yell over your class. "One more run through, then we do it one more time and you're free; stop me if there's a step you need help with." You count off the start going through the steps at one quarter speed then half speed. Step after step the young dancers behind you solidify their steps, isolating their arm and leg movements in accordance with the steps you taught them. You run through it with them one more time as a class then they brake off into groups.

"Who wants to go first?" you announce, finger poised to start the music. A group of three girls, three of your best students walk to the center of the room. They take their positions and the rest of the class forms a semicircle around them to watch. You start the music and amp them up with a quickly freestyle till the choreography starts. The kids egg you on and you gain an 'ayyy', a 'yasss' and yells of excitement. I clear out and give the girls some space.

The girls start by hyping up their classmates themselves giving the start of their little performance a story. Your little prodigy, Ella stand between her two friends, Regan and Ashlyn, stand on either sides of her about five feet behind her. They begin. Selling the steps with they facial expressions, the girls put their all into the moves laying the attitude on like a thick coat of cream cheese on a bagel. Each girl does a little freestyle at the end and after passing the baton to each other for individual freestyles and then clears the floor for other groups. Another group of three takes the floor then a group of five and after all of the student have gotten a chance to show off their take on the choreography you cut the music and clap for them. You shout the announcements for the next class and for the upcoming recital then the kids quickly file out. Ella says bye to her friends and as the other kids file out she takes her take catching her breath and collecting her things. You walk over to her and help her collect her things. She looks up at you and her eyes smile as she has a long sip of water. 

"You were great Ella," you compliment as you hand her her hoodie. She coughs, clears her throat then smiles showing her teeth.

"Thanks." She reaches out and wraps one around around you, pressing her head into your side. 

"You're the best dance teacher I've ever had." She looks up at you and you wrap one arm around her giving her a little squeeze. You ruffle her hair a bit and gesture toward the door. "Go on, your dad's waiting." She smirks at you and jumps a little before sprinting toward the door. You lean down to pick up the discarded water bottles off the floor but as you do, you don't hear the door close. You glance back over and see Bruno standing in the doorway talking to Ella. He's dressed in a black sweatshirt, and maroon basketball shorts, a snapback and beat up pair of classic K-swiss sneakers. You watch and notice the excitement in her eyes grow as she asks him a question. He nods smiles as she takes out her phone and they take a few selfies together. You can help but smile. As she puts her phone away, he fist bumps her and she gives him a hug and he waves at her as she leaves. He looks down at the floor and you look away as your cheeks start to burn. You look over in his direction as he close the door behind him. He raises his hand and waves at you. You wave back and he crosses the room to you.

"Hey." He smirks. "She's good."

"Yeah," You muse, still smiling.

"How long have you been teaching her?"

"Since she was 9," her begin counting the years in your mind. "She's 11 now so, 2 1/2-3yrs, almost."

"That's why." He smirks at you and looks down at the floor before looking back up into your eyes.