Seventeen Imagines ♡

Hoshi (3)

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You were serious and perfect. And he was fun and trouble.
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"Perfect, miss Y/N! Very nice!" your dance teacher exclaimed, her eyes almost as if they were closed when she smiled.

You did a finishing pose of the dance and smiled, "Thank you, Mrs. Trot."

"With you dancing like that, our dance school could compete for this year's dance competition!"

Mrs. Trot beamed and handed you a water bottle to which you gratefully accepted. "I'm serious, Y/N. You're an amazing dancer! One of the best we've had."

You blushed and put your towel and water inside your bag.

You knew you were a great dancer. You've been dancing since you were little. You felt like it was your passion to dance, to let your body and soul blend with the music.

You were more of the serious type, but you enjoy what you do nonetheless.

While other little girls dreamed of being a princess or a model, you dreamed of being a professional dancer.

And when you were older, you finally managed to get into a dance school. And from there, you never stopped practicing. You always worked hard and made your parents proud of you. You've won some medals and awards from previous dance competitions before.

And now you were in your early twenties and you were happy and proud of yourself.

"Ah, Mrs. Trot, please, you're flattering me." you said with a blush.

She chuckled in response. Then, her eyes widened as if a brilliant idea suddenly popped in her head.

"Say, there's a dance competition in a few months. What if you participate in it?" she beamed at you, holding your hands excitedly.

With her big and hopeful eyes and smile, you couldn't say no. But on the inside, you were actually overwhelmed.

This upcoming dance competition is one of the big ones.

You felt like you weren't ready for such a big contest. Maybe someone else that was more skilled and prepared?

You fiddled with the hem of your white t-shirt. "Um, I... I don't know, Mrs. Trot. This year's dance competition is a big one. I don't know if I'm ready."

The woman laughed and waved your statement off. "What are you talking about? You're a fast learner. And you're an amazing dancer too. I'm sure you can pull this off splendidly!"

You only smiled at her. 

I guess I can't say no...

"Okay. I'll try." you told your teacher, making her beam and grab your hands and giving them a friendly squeeze.

"Don't worry. You'll do marvelous!" she told you, giving you a great big smile that didn't really do anything to calm down your jittery stomach.

You only smiled and squeezed her hand in return.

Mrs. Trot let go of your hands and turned to go out and to get you the papers and information for the dance contest. She turned around before she went out the door and looked at you, "Oh, I forgot! This year's dance competition will be in pairs, dear!" she said it in a sing song voice and finally left the practice room.