Presentdayau Stories

Tensions were high again. But it was expected from the pair. Hands slammed onto the wooden table as the young nation they call America, glared at the smiling face of the one they call Russia.

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Credit to KittleKrattle for the art in the cover! The text was done by me using Typorama and the font is their Merry Christmas font. Lance has a talent for dance, and has trained at the Chateau des Leon classical dance studio, for as long as he can remember, to the point where all music sounds dull to him, only a rhythm to count off to and choreograph. But when he catches a street dancer sneaking into the studio to practice, music suddenly turns vibrant and colorful, watching the trespasser's dance. He immediately falls for this intoxicating dancing (and maybe its preformer too ;)). But knowing only the strict precise world of classical dance, Lance is torn, between the suave, professional dancing he's always known, and the expierimental, blood-pounding world of street dance. He must learn to juggle the two (and keep it a secret from his hawk-eyed instructor) or choose, between the pounding blood, or the fluid waves, street dance or ballet.