I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 150

Exactly at 3 PM, I stood in front of the dance studio, taking a deep breath to calm my nerves.

Before I could open the door, my phone beeped. I decided to check it first. It was from Rex.

{Hey witch you wanna come at over at Diner Dash? We are having a party for the Attackers team winning the test earlier.}

"I can’t. I still have to practice." I typed back.

{Oh right you voluntereed yourself to be part of the dancing contest. I’m gonna enjoy watching you humiliate yourself witch hahaha!}

"Fucker," I muttered under my breath. Some friend he was. I decided not to text him anymore as I pushed the door open and stepped inside, immediately spotting Kairos talking with a couple.

"Remillia!" Kairos exclaimed, his face lighting up as he spotted me. He rushed over as he pulled me to meet them. "These two will be helping us."

As he gestured towards the couple, I could see that they exuded confidence. The lady introduced herself first. "I’m Jessie, and this is James."

I gave them a small, slightly nervous smile and greeted them. "Hello."

James spoke up. "We decided to teach you Tango."

My eyes widened. "W-wait, that’s too hard! We just need to learn something simple... L-like Waltz!" The words tumbled out before I could stop myself, my anxiety bubbling to the surface.

Jessie chuckled brightly, clearly amused by my reaction. "Oh honey, almost all of your competitors chose Waltz."

I raised an eyebrow at her, confused. "How did you know that they chose Waltz?"

Jessie let out a light smile. "They all came to us asking for help, just to learn Waltz. Honestly, we got sick of them always asking for the same type of dance—until Caleo came to us and asked us to mentor you both, and we agreed."

"And why did you choose us?" I asked, a mix of curiosity and skepticism in my voice.

James replied with a grin, "Aside from the fact that he offered us more than everyone else, he was the one who wanted you to learn a different type of ballroom dance."

Jessie nodded enthusiastically. "After seeing you two, I’m sure you’ll be perfect at dancing Tango!"

"I-I don’t know how to dance!" I stammered, afraid that they would criticize me.

"Oh don’t worry about that, dear!" Jessie exclaimed. "Don’t you know us? We can turn anyone into an expert in dancing!"

James chimed in, his voice booming with enthusiasm. "We’re the number one dance choreographers out there!"

They struck a dramatic pose in front of me, arms raised dramatically, as I awkwardly clapped, unsure whether to laugh or panic.

Glancing at Kairos, I silently begged for help, but before I could form words, Jessie clapped her hands together, summoning my attention. "Now, let’s get started! You still have four days left before the competition!" She took my arm, pulling me forward, while James grabbed Kairos by the shoulders with a cheerful grin.

Before I could fully comprehend what was happening, they split us up and began instructing us—Jessie guiding me as we attempted to find our rhythm.

At first, my movements were really stiff, as if my body had forgotten how to move. I thought Jessie would embarrass or scold me but she patiently guided me. Each time I stumbled over my own feet or hesitated in a turn, she would gently correct me.

"Relax your shoulders, Remillia," she instructed, demonstrating a smooth arm movement. "Let your body lead, not your mind. Dance is about feeling—trust me, it will come to you."

For the rest of the afternoon, we practiced nonstop, the studio echoing with the sounds of our feet shuffling and the lively Tango music spinning around us.

Jessie’s upbeat encouragements and James’s steady guidance pushed us to our limits. We only stopped when the clock hit 11 PM, utterly drained.

On Wednesday morning, I was hoping that I could sleep before heading to dance practice in the afternoon since we have no classes from Wednesday to Friday due to the upcoming festival.

But somehow, someone kept calling me. I rolled over, squinting at my phone’s screen—it was an unknown number.

Curiosity nudged me to answer. "Hello?"

But as soon as I heard the cheerful yet demanding voice on the other end, I immediately regretted it.

"{Remillia dear! Wakey, wakey!}

I groaned, recognizing Jessie’s high pitched tone. "Why are you calling me?" I mumbled, burying my face into my pillow.

{I know you’re awake. Call Caleo and come to the dance studio. Our practice yesterday was a bit lacking.}

I looked at the time, it was still 7 AM! This felt too early to practice especially when we practiced late yesterday. "Got it. We’ll be there in 30 minutes," I begrudgingly replied, dragging my body out of bed.

{Oh no, darling!} Jessie’s voice brightened, almost scandalized. {Make it 10 minutes. We don’t have all day to practice!}

I blinked, incredulous. "How did you even get my number?" I said, trying to piece together how she managed to disturb my peaceful morning.

{I have my ways, dear! So get up now and talk to your partner.} With a playful tone hanging in the air, she hung up, leaving me staring at my phone.

With a resigned sigh, I pulled myself together, brushing my hair and hastily throwing on some clothes. I texted Kairos, letting him know we had a surprise morning practice. He responded almost instantly.

Caleo: Are we really doing this? Morning practice?

Me: Jessie’s orders. 10 minutes to the studio.

Caleo: On it!

Me: I’ll just wait at your door.

"Macaron, I’ll be back late again!" I called to him, feeling a twinge of jealousy at him curling up in the bed.

Moments later, the door swung open, revealing Kairos in a comfortable hoodie and sweatpants.

"Let’s go?" I said, stifling a yawn as I stepped into the cool morning air.

"Still sleepy?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

I nodded, rubbing my eyes as if that would erase my fatigue.

"Not an early bird, are you?" he chuckled.

"Not once," I admitted, shaking my head as we made our way to the studio.

As we arrived at the studio,we were greeted by the sight of Jessie and James dancing together, their movements fluid and captivating.

"You made it just in time!" Jessie grinned, clearly excited about the impromptu practice.

James added, "We’re really out of time so we’ll need to quicken your training. You’ll be paired up as we guide you together." His tone was encouraging.

With that, our session began. They wasted no time diving back into the finesse of our steps, quickly pointing out areas where we could express more flair, or where our footwork needed to be sharper.

Thursday arrived, and we found ourselves back at the dance studio early in the morning.

As soon as the music started, Kairos and I had no time to be nervous around each other as our bodies touched since we were focused on Jessie and James guiding us. They were more stricter than yesterday.

"Remillia control your facial expression!" Jessie barked, her eyes piercing as she assessed our performance.

"Caleo loosen your arms and shoulder!" James added, sounding exasperated as he watched Kairos stiffen with every movement.

"You missed the beat!" "You missed the beat!" Jessie chimed in, and before we could recover from that slip, she shouted, "Again!"

We pushed through the routine, but the pressure intensified. "Dios mío! Don’t rush your steps!" James interjected, shaking his head in disbelief at our frantic pace.

"Tango is all about passion! Why are you still stiff around each other?!" Jessie exclaimed, throwing her hands up dramatically, her frustration bubbling to the surface as she demonstrated the fluidity she wanted to see from us.

I could feel the heat creeping into my cheeks as I tried to absorb her words, my mind racing.

’How could I communicate the passion of the dance when I felt so tense?’

I glanced at Kairos, hoping to see a hint of understanding in his expression. Instead, I found him grimacing, his frustration mirroring my own.

"Alright, let’s break it down, step by step," James suggested, his voice grounding us. "Focus on the details before we string it all together."

We paused, taking a moment to reset. The music faded into the background as we took a collective breath, allowing ourselves a moment to reflect.

"Remember, the Tango isn’t just about the movements; it’s about how you connect," Jessie said, her tone softening slightly. "You both need to let each other in, be vulnerable. If you’re tense, how do you expect to portray that fire?"

Nodding, I made a conscious effort to loosen my shoulders and relax my grip on Kairos’s hand. He mirrored my movements, and a playful smirk crept onto his face. "Let’s try to channel that fiery passion they keep talking about," he whispered, amusement glinting in his eyes.

I chuckled softly, feeling a little lighter. "Yeah, let’s put on a show."

With the music starting again, I let my mind drift into the rhythm, focusing less on perfection and more on how it felt to be a participant in this passionate dance. Each step became a small conversation between us, and I felt a connection starting to build as we moved together.

"Better!" Jessie called out, a smile creeping onto her face as she noticed the shift. "Much better! Just like that!"

Emboldened, we continued, and the music wrapped around us, warming our hearts. As we twirled and stepped together, I seized the moment of vulnerability Jessie had encouraged. I let go of controlling my expressions, allowing myself to smile and engage with Kairos.

I could see the tension gradually fading from his body. "There it is!" he exclaimed, his energy infectious as we dove deeper into the moment.

Every time we moved away from each other, the space between us felt charged, and when we came back together, there was a palpable shift in our chemistry. The studio echoed with not just our steps but also the laughter and lightness that emerged as we began to embrace the process.

"Now, let’s work on the climax!" Jessie said with enthusiasm. "Really let me see that heat!"

As we launched into the next phase of our routine, I felt the true essence of the Tango ignite between us. The heat wasn’t just physical; it became emotional as we channeled every ounce of energy into our dance.

With each corrective note from Jessie, we grew stronger. I could finally feel the passion blossoming between us, the steps flowing like an extension of my own heart. With Kairos twisting and turning me effortlessly, I began to lose myself in the performance, and soon the studio transformed into our own little stage.

When the music finally faded, we paused, breathless from our efforts. The smile on Jessie’s face told us everything: we had finally started to unlock the potential that had been simmering under the surface.

"Now that’s how you dance Tango!" she exclaimed, her voice ringing with pride. "That’s your fire! Keep fanning those flames, and I promise you’ll captivate everyone when the time comes."