Hand On My Heart, A Grayson Dolan FanFiction

Prologue

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.