Counting. That's all I hear. Numbers swirling through my head. 1, 2, 3, 1, 2, 3. Over and over again. The music is drowned out. All I can hear are the words. One. Two. Three. I feel hands on my waist, on my hips, correcting and changing my positions. Whack. Ouch. I dare not touch the hand shaped mark on my cheek. I danced wrong, so I got punished. I stop. Think. Steady myself. And I dance.
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Hand On My Heart, A Grayson Dolan FanFiction
Fanfiction"Don't pretend that you think what he's doing is okay! You know it's wrong, it feels wrong," "Look, I cant do anything about it, please just let it go," "Well I fucking can't!" "Why?!" "Because I fucking love you!" *** Ballet is painful, you know th...
