Dear Mr. Right. [Niall Horan]

Chapter 3: Stop Being Shirtless. You're Turning Me On.

Chapter 3

Nova’s POV

Everyone has their own way of releasing stress, right? Like sports or eating. I don’t do any of those things, I dance my way to a calm and serene state. Ever since I was 5 years old, I’ve been dancing. I always wondered where my passion for dancing came from. None of my parents were dancers or singers or anything. They were just successful lawyers. They kept trying to push me towards law school, but I just hated it. I found it boring and dull. I could never see myself in those business suits or sophisticated outfits.

I wanted to be able to express myself somehow, which is where dancing fell into place. I pleaded my parents to let me take dancing lessons, instead of teaching myself dance from stars on TV. They believed that my love for dancing was ridiculous and foolish to do. They wanted me to have a solid dream instead of this untouchable fantasy of mine.

Until the age of 12, I finally went to my first dance class. It was my Aunt Rosa’s dance studio. When I found out she had dance classes, I automatically told her about my dream and she quickly gave me the class schedules. She kept it a secret from my parents, knowing that they would keep me away from her if they found out. From that day on, I’ve been going to her dance studio every day since I was 12.

It’s hard to believe that it’s been 7 years already.

I walked over to the familiar tall, brick building that had rose vines spreading across the walls. I smiled at the receptionist as I continued down the familiar hallway. I reached the room down the hall, quickly opening the door and throwing my bag and textbooks on the wooden floor. I removed my baggy sweater to reveal a loose tank top underneath. I put my hair in a messy bun, as I lined up next to a short, blonde girl. They were already working on the routine and I was trying to catch on to the steps that they were already rehearsing.

Eventually I figured it out, finally getting caught up with the class. The song “How We Do” was blasting as it echoed around the big room. I let loose and got lost in the song. Dancing was like a second language to me. I was dancing in sync with the beat and lyrics of the song, feeling the music pump me up as I danced.

Eventually the song ended, as I was already sweating a bit. Aunt Rosa came up to me while everyone else was on break to get water. I grabbed a huge water bottle from my bag, quickly chugging down half of it. She came up to me, putting her hand on my shoulder. I smiled up at her, as I put away my water bottle. I looked in the mirror walls to examine my reflection as Aunt Rosa was talking to me.

“Late again?” She said, raising a suspicious eyebrow at me.

“Sorry, I would’ve been earlier, but college is no walk in the park.” I answered.

She nodded; fixing her hair as she also looked in the mirror. For a 36 year old, she was quite young looking. She could pass off for 25. Her blonde hair was healthy and free of any gray hairs. She had no wrinkles and a body of a 20 year old. No wonder some of my guy friends would hit on her.

Aunt Rosa clapped her hands loudly, gaining all attention on her. We all walked over to the same spots were at, listening to what she had to say.

“Okay class. The next routine I will be showing you goes with the song, “Wings”, by Little Mix. It has a feel of ballet and hip-hop dance moves. Well, let’s get started shall we?” She said, as she excitedly played the track.

She was performing the routine for us to get a feel of the dance. Right after the first move she made, I was instantly in love with it. While we were all following along with her instructed steps to the dance, I heard my phone loudly play my ringtone of “Live While We’re Young”. I gasped, sliding on the wooden floor to my bag. My aunt looked at me disapprovingly as I answered whoever called me. She continued on the class, as I sadly walked out of the class.