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"Judges don't know anything," Nico retorted, flipping his hair out of his face.
"Hmm... So, what? You wanted your solo to the most basic song I've ever heard in my life to place higher? Really, though. 'Take Me to Church?' What is this? Twenty-fifteen?"
Nico rolled his eyes harder than he ever had in his life. "Whatever, not like I picked it. Either way, it's better than tap."
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As he navigates the grief of the death of his older sister, competitive dance of Nico di Angelo's senior season has just begun. He's confident, maybe too much so, in his routine. Hours and hours have gone into it, and he's amazing. His skill is practically unmatched. What he doesn't realize is that there are other types of skill and other types of dance. So when he gets beat out by a tap number danced by a stupidly cute blonde, he is fuming. This boy turns out to be his biggest competitor of the season, but maybe he can become more than just Nico's self proclaimed mortal enemy.