I walk through the double doors and am immediately greeted with a beat pulsing through the speakers. Same as any other day. I stop by the office and let Mom know I’m here. But since she owns the studio, she didn’t even look up. Too busy I guess. Oh well, she’ll see me soon enough. I go into the second ballroom on the right(aka my second home) and start to stretch. As my fellow dancers come in, I try not to make eye contact. You would think since my mom owns the place I would be well liked. Yeah, that only happens in movies . Here, everyone either avoids me or is so rude that I avoid them.
I stick to my usual corner and continue to stretch. I never look up but I can feel them staring at me. It gets old after awhile. I never did anything to them, yet they hate me. It kills me inside-all this hate. It seems as if everyone hates me. My mom barely talks to me, people at school look at me with disgust, and here people simply can't stand the sight of me.
A studio is supposed to be where you are who you are. Where you go to get things off your chest. Where you are surrounded by people who want the same thing you do- to dance forever. You're supposed to be able to trust these people. To have sleepovers and grow up together and have tons of memories. I have known these girls for 12 years now and they have never invited me over.
Mom walks in and starts the music. We start with improve. That’s when you just dance to what you feel and everyone does something different. It’s usually to a slow song with a deep meaning. I love improvasation. It’s the one thing I’m the best at. Nothing stops me from dancing when music is on.
The music starts and I instantly recognize the song. It’s Give Me Love by Ed Sheeran. I immediately begin my freestyle. I feel the energy running through my body. When he sings angrily, I feel sharp and confident. Then when he gets emotional, I let everything go. I’m on beat. I can feel it. This song means so much to me.
My my, my my oh give me love
My my, my my oh give me love
It’s everything I’ve ever wanted. Love. It’s what I beg for. It’s what keeps me up at night. It’s what I want. It’s what I need. It’s what everyone else has. It’s what I want…. I want love.
My my, my my, oh, give me love…
Suddenly the song fades and I stop to look up.I notice that everyone stopped dancing. They all stare at the door. I turn to see what they are looking at and got the shock of my life.
Five boys are staring at me. Never in my life have I even had the attention of five people at one time... five BOYS are currently staring at me. I'm shocked to say the least.
I'm still taking huge breathes from my dancing. I wipe away the sweat from my forehead. I am super confused because Mom never stops the music for anyone. As far as I know they aren't dancers here and Mom isn't really that fond of having visitors in the middle of her class.
Everything is silent. No one says anything. The silence is broken by loud clapping which then turns into cheering from al five boys. All right, I need to figure out what's hapening.
"Why are you clapping?" I ask loudly enough so they can hear me over there own cheering.
"Because that was the best thing I've ever seen."
"That was so amazing."
"Seriously, how was some of that even possible?" They all start talking at once. I look around to see everyone else staring at me with... was that jealousy?
I turn back to face to boys,"Me?" I ask in amazement.
