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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