Requested by: @Aquabloo

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Tap, tap,tap

The constant glittering of metal on wood echoed throughout the dormitory as Martin Petrov (Bodil) practiced his routine for the show, throwing freestyle moves in from time to time as he tapped around the room. The dorm dorm opened, a grumpy boy with melon coloured hair in a messing bowl cut stomped into the dorm as he threw the door closed with a huff. The shortie stormed over to his bed and say down as he tried to calm himself.

Martin stopped his routine music and clicked his footwork towards his roommate.

"Hey Simon, you alright?" Martin asked as he placed a hand on Simons back, trying to help calm him.

Simons face was frothing with rage as he stood red in the face, grabbed a pair of point shoes from behind him and hurled them at a wall on Martins side of the room.

"I hate ballet so much!! It's so stupid and I want nothing to do with it!" Simon cried out as his anger founded it's way into sadness. Small tears found their way onto Simons face and he sat back down on his bed, Martin pulled him close to his chest and he hurriedly thought of a way to cheer his friend up.

"I just wish my parents would listen to what I want for once... Maybe I could take tap with you then instead of these useless point classes..." Simon said as he calmed down, though still very sad.

Martin then had an idea.

"What size are you feet?" He asked Simon excitedly.

Simon thought for a moment. " A five I think, why-?"

Simon was cut off by Martin thrusting two tap shoes into Simons hands.

"Dance with me!" Martin said excitedly as he went to turn his music back on. The beat reverberating throughout the dorm as Simon eyed Martin warily. He put the shoes on, a surprising perfect fit as he clicked over to Martin cautiously.

Martin started clicking his feet at an alarming pace, obviously a well trained dance.
Simon stared at Martin unmoving still. He didn't know how to dance tap.
Martin rolled his eyes and grabbed Simons hands as he pulled Simon towards him again.
"Lift your foot and tap the toe..."

Simon did as he east old car filling holding ontoMartin to he did not slip on the hardwood floor.

"Good, now add a quick heel click after that. Then you alternate the feet and-"

Martin sndSimon danced happily till curfew when they had to sleep. Smiling brightly to each other all the while. Martin gifted Simon the shoes to keep, they no longer fit him anyways.

The two did this repeatedly throughout the year. From this point and forward