Dance to Remember
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Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I don't own,
So you don't sue!
Summary: Kori is amazed when she was finally given a chance to dance for a living, and it gets even better when she's entered in her first contest. But what happens when she can't find her ideal partner? ROB/STAR
Warnings: Rated T for swearing
AN:
Well here I am with my new story. I know the title's really cheesy, but I couldn't thin of anything else… got any ideas?
Sorry it's later that I promised, I've been busy!
I have thought this one through many times, so it shouldn't flop like Desolate did….. Anyway, enjoy!
"One, two, three, four, pause and turn, AND WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!" the red-head shouted, her hand pressing firmly on the stop button of the CD player. The class before her stopped moving, and turned to face her. She smacked her forehead lightly, staring at the twenty children before her.
"Ok," she said, sighing softly. "Let's take a five minute break then we'll try it again." The children –boys and girls aged about 10-12 – scurried off and started talking in their own groups. Kori, however, stayed in the same place, watching the children talk amongst themselves. Her emerald eyes wandered around the small youth centre that she hosted dance classes in.
Kori made her way to the opposite side of the room, taking out a few coins from her black hoodie pocket and inserting them into a coffee machine. She pressed the latte button and took out a cup, waiting for the water to heat up. The placed her cup under the nozzle, too distracted by her thoughts to take her hand away before the scolding water sprayed out.
"Shit!" she hissed, pulling her hand away and rubbing it softly. "Damn coffee machine."
"Kori, you okay?" a girl asked as she stood behind her. She had fair skin, beautiful dark eyes and shoulder length light brown hair.
"Yeah, just the stupid machine burned me again, that's all," Kori said, taking the polystyrene cup filled with the watery latte and turning around to face her friend. Kori leaned against the grubby wall and looked at her friend.
"How are the dance routines coming along?" she asked, standing next to Kori as she watched a blonde haired girl do a cartwheel.
"Fine, to be honest. Hopefully in the show we'll earn enough money to redecorate this dump completely. Needs a tiny bit more work, though. I think we'll be finished after today – just practising from tomorrow onwards" she took a long sip of her latte and let out a small sigh. At the end of the month, the dance class were showing the parents of the children and the citizens of Jump City a show in the Jump City High school hall. Kori had managed to persuade the principal to let them use the hall for the night.
"I really admire you, Kori. I would love to teach dance here. Everybody here looks up to you," she commented, smiling happily. She turned her head and looked directly at Kori, her shell earrings clattering together.
"Jenny, you're a great dancer. I'm sure you'll teach dancing somewhere someday," Kori said as she finished her latte off, causing Jenny to blush.
"Thanks Kori. Hey, shouldn't you get back to teaching?"
Kori smiled, nodded and clapped her hands together loudly before shouting, "Come on, let's finish this dance!"
After the final class had finished, and all the students had left, Kori finally got ready to leave. She picked up her black hoodie and pulled it over her head before taking the small pale blue rucksack and slinging it over her shoulder. She was just walking out of the room and into the 'reception' when she noticed a tall, well-built and strong-looking man facing away from her, texting someone on his phone.
"Ummmm…. Can I help you?" she asked politely. She guessed the man was lost - very lost - as people with suits and briefcases don't come to this part of Jump City. The man turned around and Kori recognized him immediately.
"Do you know where Kori Anders? I heard she was here today," he asked, looking around.
"I'm Kori Anders, Mr Wayne," Kori said, producing a nervous smile. 'Why does he want me?' was the only thought that went through her mind.
"Ah, you know who I am. So we'll just skip my introduction, shall we?" a white smile appeared on his face. Kori hesitated for a second before nodding.
"I saw you dance – at the Jump City High talent show- and I think you have a good chance making it big. I would like you to represent Wayne Enterprises in shows against other companies, charity events, and talent shows. Plus you'll perform your amazing dancing routines in my festivals, films, music videos –"
"Yes!" she interrupted him, practically shouting. She blushed and said more quietly and shyly said," I mean, I would love too, if that's okay." Bruce Wayne let out a warm smile, showing his pearly white teeth.
"If its okay? I'd love you to dance with me. Here's my card. I expect you will paid about a hundred thousand dollars or so if you expect," he said, reaching into his suit pocket and pulling out a laminated card. He handed it to Kori, who took it nervously. "You dance good, kid. Talent like that isn't just handed out to everyone. Get in touch soon." And with that he was gone; walking out of the small run-down youth centre, climbing in the black stretch limo outside.
Kori gazed at the card in hands, a wide smile forming across her face. She pinched herself on her arm – just to check she wasn't dreaming – before running out of the youth centre and into the pouring rain shouting, "Thank you, Mr. Wayne!"
The black window came down slightly as Bruce Wayne's voice could be heard saying, "It's alright, just call me!"
Kori ran back into the youth centre, locked up and dashed out again. She didn't even bother to get out her raincoat from her bag. Instead she ran back to the apartment that she shared with her sister as fast as she could, the excitement building up inside of her.
Done! Sorry it's a bit short, but I want to write about her telling sister in the next chapter and calling Bruce and maybe even arriving at the new dance school.
Also, is Blackfire's name Kom, Komi or Kamie?
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