in sync

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"We did it, Kayc," Sean pulled Kaycee in for a hug and tilted his head to whisper in her ear.

In front of them, stood their new dance centre, complete with 4 large, air conditioned dance studios fully equipped with sound systems and mirrors as well as 2 small studios for private trainings. Each studio's interior design had a unique theme, which could be easily seen from the small yet impactful details in the rooms. The centre's exterior design, however, was black and white, complemented with glass panels to give it a modern twist. It was art, put together by both co-founders and an expert architect.

Behind them, stood their friends and family, faces beaming with pride and happiness for the successful couple. Will and Janelle, in particular, were crying tears of joy, delighted upon the thought of both of their students following in their footsteps - teaching in their own studio, grooming new dancers for the next generation, and changing lives.

"Soon, their studio's gonna be a huge competitor for IMMASPACE," Janelle whispered in her husband's ear with a small laugh.

"Man, we need to up our marketing strategy," Will replied, smiling.

As the young couple pulled away from their hug, all that could be heard was applause and cheers.

Sean tugged at the back pocket of his pants, fishing out a small pair of scissors before handing it to Kaycee.

"Care to do the honour?" he asked in a hushed voice, glancing over at the red ribbon stretched across the entrance of the centre.

"With pleasure," Kaycee replied, letting out a small giggle.

"But before that.." she continued, "I-I need to tell you something."

She cleared her throat and faced everyone else, whose loud chatter slowly died down.

"Sean, I just want to say, that beneath all that talent, lies a good-hearted, sincere and wonderful person I'm so thankful to know. And I know designing this studio was probably hell for you because of my indecisiveness, but we still pulled through, just like how we pulled through the past years of this relationship despite the numerous fights. Thank you, Sean, for letting me see life in a totally different perspective, and helping me realise to appreciate every moment, including this one. Thank you for allowing me into your life, and letting me realise what love is. Thank you for putting up with me and embracing me for who I really am. You know I'm a weirdo and I don't like following the norm. And that's why I'm doing this," as she said the last phrase, she revealed a navy velvet box and got down on one knee.

Gasps could be heard from the people who stood, watching.

He stood frozen on his spot, mouth agape and tears threatening to flow out of his eyes.

"Sean, will you marry this weirdo?" she asked, staring straight at him.

Everyone was silent, turning their heads to look at Sean, who eyes were fixed upon the silver ring placed on the cushion. But he didn't budge, causing tension to fill the entire parking lot.

"Say yes already!" someone shouted after a few long seconds of silence.

"N-no, no, no. No way," he mumbled.

He started shaking his head lightly, throwing his head back a little and letting out a small chuckle.

"God damn it, Kayc. I'm fine with you beating me at cards, but beating me at this?" he breathed, leaving everyone confused, but earning a satisfied smirk from his girlfriend, who was still on one knee.

From his back pocket, he slowly took out another velvet box, maroon in colour, opening it to reveal a rose gold ring with a three tiny silver diamonds attached.

"Oh my god," Julian instantly blurted out, dropping the bottle of champagne he had in his hand onto the floor, which caused Chloe, standing beside him, to nudge him harshly.

Sure, everyone said their chemistry was undeniable, and that they were always in sync in their dances.

But this. Proposing to each other on the same day, at the same event. This took "sync" to a whole new level.

He slowly got down on one knee.

"Kaycee, will you marry me?"

If anyone were to see this sight in front of them, a couple, both on one knee, a box opened in their hands, each holding an engagement ring, they would probably burst into laughter at how awkward their positions look. In their case, however, everyone erupted into a loud applause.

Sean and Kaycee both stood up, and went for a searing kiss. When they pulled away, he held her head, their foreheads touching. They stayed silent for a while, still trying to take in everything that was going on.

They stared into each other's eyes, before they both spoke, in sync, with a smile on their faces.



That night, they sat in one of their studios, sweaty after teaching their first two classes at their new dance centre - one contemporary, one urban.

Kaycee turned to face the mirror, and her eyes were instantly drawn to their ring fingers - their engagement rings shining brilliantly, reflecting light into the mirror. She then looked at her new fiancé, face covered in a thin layer of sweat and hair ruffled, head down and deep in thought.

She smiled.

"Kayc," Sean began.

"Hm?" she turned to face him.

"You were the last person I would expect to wreck my proposal. I had an entire plan, you know? I had Tim hide behind the doors, ready to film once you cut the ribbon, and Julian was secretly holding on to a bottle of champagne. I even had a speech ready and everyth—"

"Save it for our wedding, Shamu," she cheekily replied.

He laughed, then stayed silent for a moment.

"K-Kayc, I saw that smirk this morning. Y-You knew I was going to propose to you?" he asked, rather hesitantly.

"Yeah, and I wanted to beat you to it," she replied matter of factly.

He let out a small chuckle.

"You're so competitive," he muttered under his breath. And he loved her for that. Among ten thousand other reasons, of course.

Silence filled the room for a few seconds.

"Wait, how did you find out?" he asked curiously.

"I have my ways," she shrugged.

"And you can't keep secrets," she continued, smiling proudly.

"So when I found out that you were going to propose right after I cut that ribbon, I knew I had to do it first."

an: i like writing plots that are different/ unexpected. but this is kinda cliché, sorry bout that. the next story is already written and is currently sitting in my drafts, when should i publish it?

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