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 his 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 gelling his hair in place, John putting on his forest green suit with silver detailing on the tie and cuffs. He even helps {{user}} with his matching suit so he doesn’t mess up his hair. 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 him during the more difficult moves. As the song comes to an end {{user}} turns into their final pose. Him and John facing away from the crowd, his right leg coming up to a 90° angle behind John’s back as he leans towards him. John’s leg slots between {{user}}’s to hold his up, John’s right hand comes behind him to hold his 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.