{Melisa}
"No, no, no! Your hips! Move your HIPS!"
Rakia grabbed Melisa's waist from behind, forcing her body into the right position. The contact sent a jolt through Melisa's spine.
[Fuck, why does she have to be so handsy?]
"Like this," Rakia murmured, her breath hot against Melisa's ear as she guided her through the movement. "Feel the rhythm in your bones."
The rehearsal pavilion was mostly empty now, just them and a few performers cleaning up. They'd been at this for three hours, and Melisa was drenched in sweat. Her shirt clung to her body, and she'd long since kicked off her shoes.
"I'm feeling something, but it's not rhythm," Melisa muttered.
Rakia laughed, spinning her around so they were face to face, their noses almost touching.
"That's because you're thinking too much! Dance isn't about thinking, it's about feeling!"
