I had came to the horrid conclusion that dancing was the death of me. I wasn’t sure if three days of practice was enough, but I wouldn’t go a day without trampling a poor foot or bumping into someone.
Zavian wasn’t a bad dance partner, but he was occupied in his own zone of thoughts. Once in a while, which happened to be every two minutes, he’d glance over to the spellbinding pair, the best dancers in the whole class. In three days’ time, Caspian and Amber beat the record of capturing Eddie’s attention in their dancing expertise.
Atlanta, on the other hand, wasn’t the best dancer and could easily fall in the same category as me. Ronald was excellent with partner-dancing, and he helped her out. I could turn their relationship to a cliché teenage flick in seconds. There, the story of a c
