"5, 6, 7 and 8!" Eva and the rest of the group burst into the routine, moving across the room like pros. "Step, step, cross, spin, jump, hop, kick and repeat!"
"My foot!" Eva spun around at the sound of the wail. Tiffany was sat on the floor, wincing as she clutched her ankle.
"What's wrong?" The music continued despite everyone having stopped. Eva knelt down beside Tiffany, looking concerned.
"I fell on the cross, spin, jump and landed on my ankle." Tiffany sobbed. "It hurts!"
"Babe, it's ok. We'll get you up on the chair and called the physio." Eva helped her up and onto a chair.
"It looks disgusting!" Talia squealed as a purple bruise was revealed.
"Thanks." Tiffany glared.
"Tal, call Rich." Eva shouted, staring at Tiffany's ankle. Talia bolted out of the room, returning a few minutes later with Rich.
"The reason we got so het up about Tiff's ankle was because..." Eva looked over at Talia and smiled. "we've got a big opportunity coming up. My school, Waterloo Road, wants us to perform as part of it's new campaign to inspire no-hopes and those who don't care, such as my boyfriend Kyle, to get involved."
"So how does that involve us?" One of the girls called.
"They want us to dance in an assembly." Eva stuck her hand on her hip as the class groaned. "No one's making you do anything but we enter every other event together, why shouldn't we enter this one?"
The class nodded in agreement before Tiffany piped up, "I may not be able to do it but I think you all need to back each other up and do it. As a group. We dance for the hell of it and we do dance for the hell of it. So do dance now - and make us all proud!"
The class cheered and applauded and Eva smiled at Tiffany gratefully. "Thanks." She mouthed.
"Come out for a bit?" Kyle asked on the phone. She heard him take a drag on a cigarette after he said it.
"I'm still at dance though." She shrugged.
"You've been there for three hours. It's got to finish some time tonight?" Kyle continued.
"Go, Eva." Talia whispered. "I just want to run through once more and then we'll be done. I'll lock up."
Eva hesitated. She didn't trust Talia 100% due to her ditziness.
"Evie?" Kyle asked.
"Ok." She mouthed at Talia. "I'll meet you in ten minutes."
"Great. See you then." Kyle smiled, hanging up.
Kyle watched her walk up the road, dressed in leggings, high tops and a vest with 'Dance Elite' printed on. She smiled at him, eyes sparkling from the adrenaline.
"Hey." She grinned, feeling his arm snake around her waist.
"Alright?" He smiled, pecking her on the lips.
"Tariq, Ben, Jordan." She nodded towards the others who shrugged back at her.
"How was dance?" Kyle asked.
"A disaster." Eva sighed. "Tiff's injured her ankle and got be out for up to six weeks and the group were making silly mistakes with the routine."
"It'll pick up." Kyle shrugged. "Don't worry about it."
Talia waited until the last person had gone. She turned back to the mirror and sighed. She'd lost her passion for dance a long time ago. Since her Dad died, she hadn't felt the same as she used to. She heard muffled shouts from outside and frowned. The doors flew open and a flame flew in, bringing part of the room up in flames. She screamed, watching the fire spread rapidly. She could hear the wooden floor cackling as it burnt, the walls turning black with the thick smoke.
"Help!" She screamed. "HELP ME!"
There was no sound.