Author's Note: This one's a bit short but I promise the next one's gonna be normal length. Enjoy! ~ KennyEchelon.

Brittana: Left My Heart on the Dancefloor Chapter 7

The next dance class, our teacher was allocating places for the group number and finalizing the solo and duet entries for the upcoming competition. We had about a month to perfect our dances but the deadline to enter was at the end of the week.

I was still undecided whether to put my name in for any solos and I'd already stressed over it for hours. I didn't think that I should step on Britt's toes. This was her territory after all. I knew that I definitely wouldn't beat her; she was too good for that. Still, I felt like I was intruding a bit. I could enter and make Brittany look good, seeing as in comparison I looked like a dog with only two good legs and they were both on the same side.

Not that Britt needed my help to look phenomenal.

I was torn between following the nervous feeling in the pit of stomach or the butterflies. I didn't know whether I would back out or make Britt proud of me. After a few minutes of thinking and stressing and debating with myself, I took a deep breath and decided to go for it. I was never going to snap out of this failure mindset if I didn't do something about it. Besides, Brittany wanted me to enter and she'd sent me text last night telling me again that I should go for it. I'd texted "I can't" back, doubting my own abilities.

Her reply was at the top of my inbox, saying: "I believe you can do this, even if you don't win what's the worst that could happen? Nothing will go wrong xoxox"

After I'd volunteered myself she pounced on me, squealing. "I knew you'd do it!" she giggled. Even though I'd never mentioned it, she seemed to instinctively know that I didn't back away from a challenge. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and I smiled into her's. Maybe it was going to be fine after all.

Britt pulled away and met my eyes. "Dance with me" she said, with a confidence and intensity stronger than I'd ever heard in her voice. I felt my chest pound hard and my face heated up. It felt as if eye contact with her was reaching into me and playing with my heart. It was weird.

"What?"

I fought to keep my voice steady, masking the jumble of emotions inside me. "You heard" she said playfully, grinning "I want you to dance with me. Let's enter a duet together." I couldn't do that, could I? If I danced next to her I'd look crap. I wanted to dance with her; I did, but to compete? It'd be so unbalanced with her looking amazing and me just being me. I looked at her face, her bottom lip captured between her teeth in a smile.

"You sure? Won't it look a bit odd seeing as you're more experienced?" I asked, trying to make her realise how shit I'd look next to her.

"Of course!" she sang. She looked so hopeful, I couldn't refuse. "Okay, I'll dance with you. You're so much better though" I said, exaggerating a doubtful tone because I really didn't think this was going to work. Not that I didn't want it to work. I wanted it to but it was a bit too early.

I would do it for Britt, though.

When Brittany offered our names up for a duet, our teacher didn't look surprised. In fact, she looked pleased. "I suspected you might go for a duet. You've been practically inseparable" she smiled. There was a glint in her eye as if she had a million choreography ideas running through her head.

"In fact…" she continued "I think I have the perfect dance for you two."