Y/n Pov
Today is the start of everything. It's the summer to start all dreams. I'm seventeen now and I just got the best summer job. Ever heard of LA Jam? No? Man it is the biggest dance academy in America. It teaches everything from tap to crumping. I feel blessed to just be invited. But..... I am also a teacher. I'm heading to the first class now.
I entered the room it was a large studio. The students ranged from 14 to 18. Great some will have a hard time listening. I'll show them.
"Hello welcome! I am Ms. Y/n I will be your instructor." I stated a few people started to laugh. I smiled knowing that would happen.
"This an introduction to dance class. It's easy, unless you make it otherwise." I sighed annoyed by the laughing.
"I am a student here but I teach 3 classes a day. I'm sure some of us will share classes." I continued making the older kids angry.
"Why do you get to teach this class if we share classes?" A bold young girl asked. She was tall, lanky, blonde. I didnt like her already.
"I'm a 7 year reigning state champ in ballet. A 3rd time gold medal winner in hip-hop. A gold medalist in crumping, tap, jazz, and contemporary." I listed a few awards I have won these past few years, leaving off the fact I have to. I'm broke, I live alone here in Cali. I'm getting paid to do this along with a free ride all year, if I teach 3 classes a day.
"Show us your talent." The same girl demanded. I studied her face knowing her from somewhere. Than it hit be Briz Taylor, bitch. She use to be champ before I came along. I know she hates me too. But her parents are also on the school board.
I put on a new song I've been working on BigBang's Fantastic Baby. As soon as it started so did I. I went all out hitting every mark perfectly. Once I was done I received a round of applause from my students.
"Excuse me? What kind of crap music was that?" Briz asked disgusted. I saw one person as upset by the comment as me. He was a young Asian boy in the back of the room. He looked disgusted.
"That's a tad bit racist Ms. Taylor. That was a Korean pop group called BigBang. Music can be beautiful no matter where from. I know for a fact you listen to Spanish music so Korean music shouldn'tbe any different." I couldn't believe how rude she was, no wait I can. The boy looked at me surprised but said nothing.
"I am not racist for not liking Asian crap." She spoke disgusted. I had an idea.
"Fine." I took a step back so I could see everyone.
"Because of Ms. Taylor we will be focusing on Korean and Japanese pop dance music. Everyone ks required to do a new d's ance each day. At the end of class you will be graded." I decided, no one except Briz cared.
"Great.." She groaned as I assigned them to do a Girls Generation dance song.
After being dismissed to work the Asian boy came up to me. He looked about 14ish. He had black short hair.
"Hello my name .. is.. Jeon Jungkook. English no speak." He smiled trying to speak to me.
"You know Korean?" He asked I shook my head.
"Sorry I only know English and Japanese." I apologized but his face lit up.
"Japanese, I know that!" He grinned excited. I laughed at his silliness.
"Well in that case. Welcome to America Jung Jungkook." I spoke in Japanese for him.
"Thank you." He bowed making the others laugh. I gave them a warning look.
"So Jungkook what brings to America?" I asked as we looked over a few songs. He smiled widely and excited.
"I am in training for a kpop group. We haven't debuted yet but after I'm finished this summer we will." He smiled proud. I couldn't believe it that meant this kid really was talented. How amazing.
"Cool so your hear to advance your dance skills. That's amazing." I patted his back making him uncomfortable. I immediately took my hand away and apologized.
"Well I am looking forward to working with such a talent." He smiled before picking a song.
After about 40 minutes everyone presented their dances. Everyone was worth the school. Even Jungkook.
