The Dancer and the Choregrapher [DISCONTINUED]

Lesson one

Third POV

"No no no. Your foot needs to be out more like this and you can point it a lot more. You've done it before, so do it now. All right there you go." Keith body ached, he'd been in his class for three hours working on his solo. His teacher Lance was a good instructor but he was harsh some times. Dance has always been hard for Keith but worth it because he thought his teacher was cute. Its clichè he knows, having a crush on his teacher. But to be fair Lance was only a year and a half older then him. And Keith k we he sorta had a chance considering Lance had a bi pride flag in the corner of the room that he never let anyone take down. Keith had gotten distracted and only snapped back to reality when he realized Lance was calling his name.

"Sorry I spaced,can you say it again?" Lance nodded and explained that Keith's technique still needed work but he was picking up the solo dance really well. Keith smiled and took pride in this. He wanted to impress lance even though he didn't really need to. Unknown to him Lance had started attracting feelings for his student.