Dance to it

Chloe pov “Ok guys six, seven, eight..” I say and they start dancing to the choreography I teach for today “....You, you love it how I move you You love how I touch you My one, when all is said and done You'll believe God is a woman And I, I feel it after midnight A feelin' that you can't fight My one, it lingers when we're done You'll believe God is a woman...” Elijah, Zack, and my best friend and co-owner Antony finished. Antony has classes too but when we have time we go to each other’s glasses “Thank great guys. Thank you all for coming. See you at the next class” I say and the people start slowly leaving. One of my new students, Amber, approaches me “Hey Chloe” “Hi, Amber. How was your second lesson?” “Better from the first one. But not so good” “Don’t worry. You need time” “Thanks, you are so supportive” “I’m here to make all of you fave fun. Is not a competition so relax and live it” “I will thanks.” She says and she’s leaving with Aria my cousin’s girlfriend. I wave to them and I walk to my office. I send some papers to our accountant and around nine I return to the class. My brother Noah waits for me to record a video with new choreography. I like to do choreography just for me and he posts it online or I post the video to my social. Noah is in college as a director. Before he went to college he had the idea to post videos from classes online and I told him to make the recordings. I knew long before he went to Cologne that he wouldn't follow this path. “Ok, sis. Is ready. I will fix it and I will post it to the dance school social. And then I will send it to you for you to post it too.” “Thanks, Noah. So tomorrow you have exams?” “Yes. But no don’t worry Bruce will come” “Ok. Thank you.” I say and we chat until we get ready and lock the dance school. It’s almost midnight, the good is we live five minutes away. I rent a two-bedroom apartment and I live with my best friend Madison. Next to us live my brother with his friend and fellow student Bruce. “Goodnight. Good luck tomorrow” “Thanks, sis. See you” he says and I enter my apartment. Noah is finishing this year and tomorrow he has to show a video and he will be graded for it. “Mad?” I say and I leave my shoes and bag at the entrance furniture. I look at the living room, which is the first room you see when you enter and is empty. But the TV is on. “You’re back? I’m in the kitchen” she says. I walk to the kitchen “Hey” “Hi. Are you hungry? I left you food” “Thanks. I’m starving” I say and I kiss her on the cheek “How was your day?” “As always. But I take a painting returning home” she says and shows the fridge. I look “Oh. Cute” She is a teacher in kindergarten and the kids sometimes give her their paintings. “How was your day?” “Good. I had a video recording with Noah” “Cool. Tomorrow I’m coming too. I’m not losing the little mix song choreography” “Ok. You know the time” I say and I start eating. “I have to go to sleep. Goodnight Chloe” “Goodnight Mad. See you tomorrow” I said and she left for her bedroom. I finished my food and went for a shower. I hear my phone and I check it. My mom waits for us for dinner on Sunday. I don’t understand why she sends texts every time. We already know that we eat with them every Sunday. Yes, nothing exciting about my life. Every day at the dance school and the nights alone or with Madison at home. And every Sunday lunch with my parents. It sounds boring, but I like it. Dance is my life and as I’m alone I get used to it. I prefer it from the start of a relationship and he ends up realizing that he is not for relationships or he ends up cheating on me. Yes, I lived with both of them. But I should know better. Being into bad boys isn’t always good. And I am into bad boys. And I have paid for it. I packed a few things in two days I flew to New York. I have a friend from college and the dance school where she works has an event. And she invited me. The next morning I flew to New York. Around noon I reached the dance school and I found Michelle outside “Hey. Welcome” she says and I hug “Hi, Michelle. I miss you, girl” “I missed you too. How is California?” She says and we walk inside “As always. How is your life here?” “I get used to it. I love it live here” she says excitedly “I know you are. Your excitement shows from the phone” I say. We chatted for a bit and let me change in her office. Then we had luck and then I joined her class and we did the choreography at the end together. The same the next day, and after class, she tours me around. Friday is the event and I perform too. They are guest choreographers from the whole country and all performances are very interesting. “You having fun?” Michelle asks me “Yes. I never had the chance to come before. Antony comes all the time” “I know. I am happy that you are here. I miss performing together” “Me too Michelle” “Look to your right. Mark from Miami he staring at you” Michelle says and I look discreetly. He is handsome with a built body, and dirty blonde hair, I can see his eyes as he is sittingfar away. He is wearing athletic pants and a T-shirt in black colors. The definition of a bad boy. “He is cute” “Just cute. The man is to eat him alive. Bad boy vibe” “You can try. I have been burned by bad boys I don’t need another one” “You can have fun for a night” “I’m not the type of one-night stand. You know that” “Sweetie I’m not asking you to marry the guy. Just have fun for one night. How long has it been?” “More than a year” “Wow. How are you?” “I’m fine. What are you talking about?” “I can’t stand more than a week. You can for that long?” “I’m not going on a one-night stand, Michelle. You can have him if you want to” “Girl live a little. Are you sure? I’m going” “I’m sure to go have fun. I have an early flight anyway” “You have my key right?” “Yes, Michelle go,” I tell her and she kisses me and walks to her target. The guy immediately flashes a smile and forgets about me. I don’t blame him, Michelle is a dancer with a model body, black long hair, and green eyes. What not to like? I say goodbye to some old friends at the event and I take a taxi to Michelle’s apartment. A week later I’m in my class and I look for my students to perform my choreography “You’re ready? six, seven, eight..” “Even though you're bad for me, I know
You're the one that I'm thinkin'
Got me feelin' so incredible Would you mind maybe linkin' Love me, love me, baby Are you down? Can you let me know? Love me, thank you, leave me Put it down, then it's time to go Get it as you love me But you don't, boy, it's just for show Take it or leave it, you gotta take it or leave it like uh Don't want you in my bloodline, yeah
Just wanna have a good time, yeah
And no need to apologize, no
But you gon' have to let this s**t go
Don't want you in my bloodline, yeah
Not tryna make you all mine, yeah
And no need to apologize, no
But you gon' have to let this s**t go” “Great wow,” I say and I hug Amber “Good job guys” “Thanks. I can’t believe it, less than a month I completed a choreography” she says excitedly. We say goodnight and I go to my office. I see the bouquet with gerbera daisies that they bring this morning. The last week every day a delivery boy from the flower shop brought me a bouquet of gerbera daisies. Different colors every day, today are pink and pale colors. The bouquets are from a secret admirer and every time different love message “I wish your day to be perfect, special, and wonderful like you!!!” I smile as I read it again and again. Who can he be? And why he doesn’t come in person to meet him? I sigh and I rest my chin on my hand. I look at the gerbera, which is my favorite flower, he must be someone who knows me. “You ready sis?” I see my brother “Yes. Let’s go” I say and I take my bag.