forum Dancing Queen (CLOSED, but stalk if you love ABBA or Miraculous Ladybug!)

Started August 30, 2018 by Deleted user

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"That girl…she's gonna hit the big city one day…" Alya laughed softly, leaning back.

Violet was nearing the finish. She hadn't opened her eyes once.

"Song's almost over. Positions," Alya mused, stepping behind Violet for when she fainted.

I'm not going to faint.
Violet struck her final position proudly.

Alya clapped and whooped, as did the rest of the cafeteria. "Open your eyes, girl! That was lit!"

Jason started clapping when he saw Violet strike her ending pose.

Violet opened her eyes and blushed fiercely.

"GIRL! You got the whole caf cheering for you!"

Violet felt lightheaded, but not because of her dancing.

"Girl? You okay?" Alya called up, nervous. "I think she might faint!"

Violet hurried over to the table and sat down silently.

"Wow. That was really good." Jason told Violet.

"Thank you," she said shyly to Jason.

“See? You liked it!” Aliya rewarded her. “That was really, really, good!”

"No, it wasn't," Violet sighed. "Everything was off."

"But it looked amazing." Jason protested.

"I couldn't see anything that was wrong. Only perfection. I guess the rest of the caf did, too!" Alya grinned, gesturing to the rest of the caf, some of whom where still looking their way.

Violet held her tongue about all the things she'd done wrong. "Thanks, guys."
Obviously, someone else didn't. "Violet, your turn was a little off. And your footing was sloppy. And your arms threw your momentum around too much."
Violet gritted her teeth at the sound of Miranda approaching behind her. She stood up and turned to face her enemy. She gave her a smile that almost seemed genuine. "Thanks, Miranda. I know."
"Well you'd better fix it before the competition this weekend, or you'll make us all look bad!" Miranda said, pursing her lips.
Violet didn't say anything else, just turned around and sat back down.
Miranda's footsteps sashayed back over to her table.
Violet sighed.

“Who was that?” Alya whispers to her.

"Does it matter? The girl's a hypocrite," Nick muttered through clenched teeth.

"Miranda. She's on my dance troop. Nick, she's right, okay?" Violet insisted.

Nicholai angrily huffed, frustrated that Violet was so hard on herself.
"No she's not," he muttered before taking a bite of his food.

"You're not helping. That routine was nowhere near ready," Violet insisted. It was her father's words pouring out of her.

"I hate to be the rude one here, but I'm only saying the truth. It's called a work in progress. Not "come and point out all my flaws,"" he grumbled.

"Nick…" Violet didn't know what to say. She just looked at her food.