Spring Writes Stuff

22. Practice

Hello I'm back from the grave i call "school works." Lmao jk xD
On a serious note, this is a drabble i made waaaaay long before school happened here, and then i just now realized that i should've published this earlier. Oh well.

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Winnie finds something very weird in the way that he dances. Though, she couldn't quite figure out what makes him different from the others. In her eyes, the movement of all his limbs feels like its forced and unnatural, kind of like he's a dancing robot stick or something.

He can't even dance to the beat of the loud music inside the studio, and yet everyone, including her dance instructor thinks that he can actually dance good. She wonders that every single day that they practice for the field demonstration, happening in just a few months.

Though, Winnie can't blame herself for all the criticisims she has against him honestly. She's been a dancer ever since then, even as far as working with the same choreographer for two whole years, with the same group of friends.

And yet everyone is impressed by a tall yet charming beginner in dancing. She shakes her head as she watched him almost trip and fall when he spun around alongside the other dancers that are way better than him.

The music came into a stop, as their choreographer finally plugged out the speaker that they were using.

"All right everyone, that's a wrap up for today! I hope you guys have caught up with the first few steps for our field demo, and be sure to be in the next dance practice!" Their choreographer had announced to their group, as everyone in the dance studio sighed heavily in relief.

Winnie walked up towards Lionel, her choreographer, still eyeing the tall beginner warily. "Sir, are you sure about him?" She asked her instructor sharply, gesturing her head towards the tall boy who is talking to some of his friends.

Her dance instructor followed her eyes, and then smugly smirked to himself. "Oh, Eggs?" Lionel asked, making Winnie nod her head without another word.

"There's nothing to worry about Mr. Trubshaw right there," Lionel started. "In fact, if we can shape him up well enough, then we might have a crowd favourite when the time comes." That is not the reply Winnie was expecting at all, making her scoff while rolling her eyes.

"Say, you two are on the same group right? That's why you're here?" Lionel asked, looking at his young student with a raised eyebrow.

Winnie nodded her head in response. "Yes sir," she replied bluntly, keeping her eyes on the tall man silently with her arms crossed.

"Then I'll give you the honour of keeping an eye on him, if ever he gets lost on his way," Lionel teased with a small chuckle. The red head beside him shook her head, bringing up a hand to her face as she sighed.

"Alright. Fine. But it's not going to be my fault if he can't get simple steps right," Winnie pointed out seriously as if she's marking a threat, making Lionel laugh at her.

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A few days later, Sir Lionel had told them about the few changes happening in their dance performance, and then told their dance group that everyone would be dancing in pairs. And Winnie doesn't like the sound of that news, if she's being honest with herself.

"Alright guys! I want the girls and boys to be in two seperate lines by height so we can get the pairings easily. Let's go!" Lionel announced before clapping his hands twice, making the group immediately do what they are told.

Winnie is relieved to hear that they're lining up by height, and she has to admit this is the only time that she'll ever be happy of being small compared to other girls her age.