1, 2 Step | | Darae && Kyungri
One, two, three, four, turn. One, two, three, four, roll.
Kyungri had been at the local dance studio practicing for hours on end and had made very little progress. The tip of her shoe clipped the back of her opposite heel and she gave a frustrated cry as she threw her body to the ground. The music still blared in the background as she pinched the bridge of her nose between her pointer finger and thumb. She felt exhausted, not just from the hours of grueling practice, but emotionally she felt she was about to break. She knew she had the talent to get this dance down and impress the people at Beau Monde but something was tripping her up.
A sigh escaped her lips as she pushed herself up from the ground. It was getting late and she needed to let someone, even if it was dumb Kyler, where she was just in case. Walking over to the stereo, she spun the volume dial all the way to zero before picking up her phone. Four missed texts and a ton of social networking updates. She rolled her eyes, sliding the lock on the touch screen to the right before opening the text conversation between herself and Kyler. She tapped the screen, her fingers moving quickly, before clicking the small button on the top of the phone to lock it again.
From the top, she told herself, pushing the back button on the stereo, the volume raising as the first beats came out of the speaker. She'd be there the rest of the night if she had to. There wasn't any other option, to be honest. The song filled the room and Kyungri began dancing, a look of fierce determination on her face as she watched every miniscule move she made carefully.
