dancing on the edge | p.t.v {book 2}

Chapter Thirty-One: Dance Disasters

Chapter Thirty-One: Dance Disasters

The light finally went down, some of the heat left my body with it. The whole crowd burst into a loud round of applause. I darted off in the dark, being quiet as possible. As soon as I hit the wings, the lights returned and the first group headed out. I let out a huge sigh, taking in a few deeps breaths, calming my pounding heart beat.

"That was gorgeous. I always knew you'd be my star." Damien raves, giving me a surprising kiss on the cheek. I felt slight revolution as he placed his hand on my lower back, a little too low. It's not just because I have a boyfriend that his action disgust me, but he's just being an all round sleaze. I stepped away from him touch, saying I needed to change for the next routine. I started fake dry-reaching earning a knowing look from another dancer waiting on the side. I hurried into the now half empty dressing room, grabbing my bag and tugging out an outfit. It was some black leggings, some mesh bow stuck on the back and a tight corset. See, unlike most dancers, I'm supporting a C cup, almost moving into a D, so dancing and tiny costumes sometimes don't mix we'll with them. I fixed my makeup a bit to suite the costume before prancing out towards the side of the stage again.

I found Stacey and Travis, who was my partner during the dance. They both had their gazes fixated on the couple dancing on stage. I sighed, tugging the corset up a little.

"Where's Isabel?" I asked Stacey, as I watched the due dance away.

"I dunno, haven't seen her since the change rooms." As if she had heard he name being spoken, she appeared out of thin air next to Travis. She looked paler then before, and looked a little out of it.

"Iss, you sure you're ok?" I asked her again. She avoided my eyes.

"I'm fine." She said curtly.

"You look a little pale, are.."

"For gods sakes, Catherine, I am fine. Jesus, get off my case." She shoved past me angrily, going to stand with Lucas who was her partner using the routine. I looked after her, a little shocked. Even Travis and Stacey looked taken aback.

"Wow, somebody has a pole shoved up her arse." Stacey snorted. I glared at her, still protective of my best friend. I heard the song before us finished as the crowd applauded, a few of them hooting. The two dancers hurried into the wings and we darted into positions behind the curtain. The curtain came up, the light shining on us as we stood like statues. As the music started Travis's hand curled around my waist, as I leaned down, him holding my waist. I guess the dance was a little raunchy in ways, but it was still fun. As I danced around with Travis, getting spun in the air a few times, and being curled around his body like a pretzel, I saw Isabel stumble slightly in the corner of my eye. It caught my attention immediately, considering Isabel never stumbles in a dance. I tried to keep focus and smile at the audience, and keep the intimate look with Travis, but I caught sight of Isabel, and she looked like she was about to pass out. As the song was coming to an end, I saw Lucas give Isabel a worried look, whispering to her. She vaguely shook her head. But as we held our partners as were about to spin into, Isabel fell into Lucas arms, as I kept from crying out. He looked panicked, and held her safely, looking at her full of concern. He looked at the audience, then to the side, where obviously Damien was. I bet he told him to keep dancing. But Lucas stopped, and slowly lowered himself and Isabel to the ground. I hear a couple I gasps in the crowd, as I watched helplessly. It eventually went unnoticed, and everyone else assumed it was their finished position. We all stood, attempting to continue smiling, as applaud shook the theatre. As soon as the curtain went down, I dashed across to Isabel. I grabbed her head and placed it in my lap.

"What happened Lucas?" I asked him anxiously. I felt her forehead and it was sweltering. I frowned as I noticed how puffy and blown up her cheeks looked, even through her gauntness.