Chapter 3 : New Adventure

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Taylor's POV

    "Ready?" Stephan asked standing by the stereo.

    I looked up and saw all the girls that go to this studio looking at me, waiting for me to do my solo.

    "Yup." I said.

Close enough to start a war, all that I had is on the floor.

God only knows what were fighting for.

All that I can say, you always say more.

I can't keep up with your turning tables.

Under your thumb I can't breath.

So I won't let you close enough to hurt me.

No, I won't resure you to just desert me.

I can't give you the heart you think you gave me.

It's time to say goodbye to turning tables, to turning tables.

Under haunted skies I see you.

Where love is lost, your ghost is found.

I braved a hundred storms to leave you.

As hard as you try, no, I will never be knocked down.

I can't keep up with your turning tables.

Under your thumb I can't breath.

   As I finished my solo, I snapped out of character as the other girls clapped.

   "You are fantastic!" A girl said who was about 15 I say?

   "Thank you." I replied.

    "Okay. Girls, back to class." Stephan said.

   All the girls fled out of the room and I grabbed my water.

   "I think we should run 'A Drop In The Ocean' again." I said to Stephan.

   "You realize you have been in here for hours and hours every day." Stephan said.

   "And your point is?" I said rubbing my neck a bit.

   "You work too hard." He chuckled.

   "I love dance." I replied to him.

   "I know." He said to me. "Go. You've worked too hard today."

   "But the dance competition is in two days." I said to him.

   "Your solos are flawless." He replied.

   "I don't think my spins on the 'Turning Tables' are strong enough. Were my legs straight?" I asked him.

   "YES!" He exclaimed. "Go. Go out. Hang out with friends. BE A NORMAL TEENAGER. Go, to Starbucks flirt with guys or whatever."

   "Really?" I said raising an eyebrow. "You want me to flirt with guys?"

   "Yes." He said. "But don't get too flirty with them."

   "Wow." I said. "What time is it?"

   "It's about 6." He replied.

   I nodded and he motioned me to go change.

   I groaned but did as he said.

   I slipped on a cream vero modo peter pan collar top with a bit of sequence on the collar. I put on a pair of super high waisted blue skinny jeans. I slipped on a black pair brown sandles with a bit of a heal and slipped on my Ray-Bans.

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