Dance Academy · Y/n story by @astralquill

Tara Webster

bouncing on the balls of her feet I can't believe we're actually here. The National Academy of Dance.

Kat Karamakov

rolls her eyes, adjusting her bag strap You said that seven times already. And we've been students for three years.

Tara Webster

But today's different! New semester, new chances.

Abigail Armstrong

tucking a strand of perfectly-styled hair behind her ear Some of us have been preparing all summer. The intensive showcase assignments go up today.

The studio smelled like rosin, sweat, and anticipation. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows, illuminating motes of dust that danced in the air. A few other students were already at the barre, stretching and whispering.

Christian Reed

leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed Morning, ladies. Ready to sweat?

Kat Karamakov

smirks Ready to watch you fall out of another pirouette, Reed.

Christian Reed

grins That was one time. And I was sick.

Tara Webster

nudges Y/n Can you believe this is our third year? Feels like just yesterday I was standing in that audition room, terrified.

???

from across the room, a voice cuts through Rumor is Miss Raine is retiring. After this semester.