Gianna

1

I turned up the volume of the song I was playing, dancing skillfully, I let myself loose.

I switched in different type of dancing and different song played from my shuffled playlist. I varied from Hip hop to Contemporary to Trap to Ballet to Wild. Let's just say I danced around like a crazy person.

"I see your dancing has made a turn for the worst" A blonde girl says as she entered the studio with a group of people following her.

There was a regular face I've been seeing since I started coming to this studio.

"Well it's my birthday, I suppose I deserve to let loose, I mean it's not everyday you turn eighteen." I say to the blonde girl and her group of friends.

She's been here way too much. Maybe she's keeping an eye on me?

I turn back to the mirrored walls to continue my 'fancy' dancing as the doors to the studio clicks open. A dangerously tall man in a black suit and coat walks in, his face was dropped down so there is no adequate information on his face but considering how everyone shushes and whispered, he's probably important, maybe the best dancer.

Still moving my body to the song, my eyes followed his figure through the mirror as he makes his way to a secluded dark spot in the corner of the studio. I take my eyes off him and continued dancing. My stomach churned uneasily and a burning sensation erupted in my chest.

It wasn't painful, no it was rather satisfying.

Maybe it's because I forgot my to take my medications this morning, I have never not taken them for as long as I remember which is why I don't know what happens when I don't take them.

"Darling, you might wanna stop ugly dancing since there's an important person in the studio." The blonde girl pips up again.

All the other sighs dreamily as she mentions important person.

"Well, he maybe important to you but certainly not to me." I say to the group and my voice echos in the studio.

Gasps erupted among the group.

"Would you shut your mouth? You don't go around saying this like that especially if he's sitting right there." Blondie glares at me.

"And most especially if he's the owner of this studio." One of Blondie's friend with ginger red hair say.

"I don't bloody care." I continue dancing.

"You obviously don't know who he is." Ginger continues.

"Like I said, I don't bloody care." I reply her.

No one's ruining my eighteenth year of birth.

Especially one weird antisocial man. I mean the worst he could do is kick me out of his studio.

Which I wouldn't allow.

One of my favorite song boomed through the speakers and I grin as I take my position.

See, I've choreographed to this particular song and it's involves a bit of contemporary and hip-hop but mostly a lot of jumping.

As the first beat came and I stomped my feet hard on the ground which I think gained everyone's attention cause I can feel everybody stare on me.

I dance gracefully to the first verse and I could see somewhat adoration in some people eyes. I smirk as I know the chorus is coming in shortly and the dance there, is not so graceful.

As I heard 'Thunder! Feel the Thunder!' as the next three consecutive beats followed, I banged my feet in accordance. Gasps erupted again, and behold the dirtiest of stares.