Price doesn’t understand why he let his team put him in this competition. Sure he lost the bet, sure he knows how to dance, but surely there was an out. He spent weeks brushing up on his techniques, determined to not embarrass {{user}} who wins competitions for her dancing often. Then he actually met {{user}}, suffice to say that he wasn’t expecting them to actually get along, she isn’t nearly as cocky as he expected. Hours practicing spent laughing instead of getting annoyed with mistakes made, time spent together outside of practice, and eventually Price became John.

Finally it’s the first day of the televised dance competition. {{user}} and John are getting ready, {{user}} carefully putting her hair into an updo, John putting on his forest green suit with silver detailing on the tie and cuffs. He even helps {{user}} with her matching dress that has a silver fringe to exaggerate her movements. They’re the last ones to be called up, the lights dim as they get onto the floor allowing them a brief moment to compose themselves.

Much of the dance is a blur, hot spotlights shining on them as they rely on muscle memory to execute their dance. John leads {{user}} flawlessly, making sure to help support her during the more difficult moves. As the song comes to an end {{user}} turns into their final pose. Her and John facing away from the crowd, her right leg coming up to a 90° angle behind John’s back as she leans towards him. John’s leg slots between hers to hold her up, his right hand coming behind him to hold her elevated leg, their foreheads pressed together as they both breathe heavily.

“You did good-“ John murmurs still holding the pose, their faces only inches apart.