Dance Demon

CHAPTER 1

Fiona

. . . "We're taking that step again and no flopping this time!!" Coach Richard shouts.
I'm so famished. We've been learning this dance step since 8am in the morning and I don't think I can take anymore.
"Coach, give us a break. We're doing our best!" I call out annoyed and receive a few 'yesses' from the back.
"Your best? The nationals is coming up soon and you tell me you are doing your best. Now if you don't shut that mouth of yours up, you'd stay backstage. You understand me sweetie?" He asks me in a deadly low voice. 
"Yes Sir" I reply with all hatred in me. Nobody ever wants to stay backstage even as the best dancer in the group.
"Good. We take it from the top" He says and we are dancing again.

. . . "Ouch, ouch, ouch! My back hurts!" My best friend, Tamara shouts.
"Are you alright?" I ask, concern in my voice.
"Yeah, babe" She tells me grinning at me. Right now, we are at our locker rooms stuffing it with our dance clothes. The dance with coach was disastrous because a certain guy called Drake, punched his fellow dance mate.
"I wonder what's up with that dude" Tamar tells me, her eyes fixated on her phone.
"Yeah. His temper is way out of this world" I say shaking my head and chuckling.
"What you laughing at?" Tamar asks me with an amused look on her face.
"The fact that a gorgeous dude like him would be so malicious" I say grinning at her.
Tamar sighs dramatically before shaking her head at me.
"Shit happens, Fi" She says and calls me to come see something on her face.
You know what we end up talking about,
Shopping.