Ash's pov ;
My feet were rooted to the spot on the stage, my body tensed with nerves. The bright lights shone down on me, blinding me momentarily, and the thumping music reverberated in my ears. I could feel every pair of eyes in the audience watching me, including Elijah's.
Ryder stepped up beside me, placing his hand gently on my waist and pulling me closer to him. "Don't be nervous," he whispered reassuringly. "Just follow my lead."
He began to move gracefully, swaying to the rhythm of the music. I tried my best to imitate his movements, but I felt awkward and clumsy. It was obvious that I had no idea what I was doing.
"Loosen up a bit," Ryder chuckled in my ear. "You look like a stiff board."
I playfully hit him on the shoulder with the hand that was resting there. "Shut up. I'm trying."
He laughed again. "Try harder."
