“Which also means I have to train with the little kids,” Katy complains.
“Katy you don’t train, you sleep.” The instructor chuckles.
“Whatever.”
Jackson notices us walking up to them and runs towards us.
“Oh hey, guys, what are you doing here?” Jackson asks.
“Katy’s showing me around,” I answer.
“That’s great!”
We watched Jackson fight another guy before we left to go to the dance studio. Katy leads me to her car and gets in.
“Why are we taking your car?” I ask before getting in myself.
“The studio isn’t on pack grounds, now get in.”
I sigh and hop in the car.
We drive off pack grounds into town, as we drive I see the mall through the car window. The studio must be by the mall. Katy pulls into a shopping center and parks in front of a quaint building called Studio 3. We get out of her car and head into the building; the inside is all white with black furniture. Katy walks up to the front desk, and I follow her.
“Good Afternoon Katy,” The old lady beside the desk grumbles.
“Ya, ya can we just go in.” Katy rushes.
“Whatever.”
I give Katy a weird look, and the old lady rolls her eyes.
“Don’t ask.” Katy sighs and leads me to a back room. She opens the door and theirs an empty room with wood floors and mirrors covering the walls.
“I want you to dance for me!” Katy commands as she sits against the wall.
“What!” I chuckle. I can’t dance! Well, I can, but I’m not going to…
“Just show me what you got,” Katy suggests.
“Why?” I cross my arms over my chest.
“Come on don’t be like that!” Katy wines.
I huff and lean on one of my legs popping out a hip.
“Please.” Katy plasters puppy dog eyes on her face.
I can’t handle the puppy dog face! I look away and sigh.
“Fine.”
“Yay.” Katy claps her hands. “What song?” She asks.
“I guess All of Me by John Legend.”
Katy presses a button on her phone and music stars to play throughout the room; I look around trying to figure it out.
“It’s Bluetooth. Now dance!”
Great, I have to come up with something on the spot.
I could do my dance routine from a few years ago.
I decided on that and started to dance. As I moved across the floor, I lost track of my surroundings. I was alone. Music flowed through me as my thoughts disappeared.
I dance across my room, spinning in front of my mirror. Music blasts through my phone as I practice my routine.
All of the sudden the door swings open revealing one of the pack guards.
“Anna we’re under attack! Your parents instructed you to stay here till it’s over!” He yelled at me over my music.
I run to my phone and pause the song, instead of music I hear screams. The guard leaves my room shutting the door behind him. Leaving me alone to listen to the cries outside. I can’t sit here and do nothing; I have to find my family!
The music stops, and I come back to reality. Clapping fills my ears, and I look towards Katy, but instead of just her, there are little girls in leotards cheering.
“Anna that was incredible!” Katy cheers.
I blush and look down; I guess I wasn’t as rusty as I thought. I walk back towards Katy and sit next to her on the hardwood floor.