Corazon culpa
Chapter 11
Her day. Tuesday night Wednesday, in a ballet classroom, I stretch my legs in turns, my head down and occasionally take a breath.
Five meters in front of me, Madam James and Leonif were sitting sweetly together waiting for my dance performance.
The end of his ballpoint pen repeatedly tapped on the paper affixed to the wooden data board. On Leonif's lap, there's already my dance grading sheet.
"Show me the dance!."
I raised my head up straight. Relaxing both of my shoulders, waving my arms in turn and turning to the left while nodding slowly.
The initial beat of the music game immediately entered my ballet steps. The left foot steps forward, slightly tiptoed and the two arms stretch upwards together like a goose's neck.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. I kept counting in my heart counting my steps on the floor. The shadow of my body was reflected weakly in trembling. As I entered into the symphony of music, I closed my eyes while displaying a face that told a story.
Madam James looked at Leonif. My class teacher whispered in an improvised form my facial expression. He said in a small voice, I added soul and emotion to my dance. If any observer of the ballet competition passes me, his rank will soon be threatened.
Both of Leonif's soft eyes immediately glared furiously at Madam James's report. He slipped a ballpoint pen in between his data board shots.
"Stop, Elle!," cried Leonif.
I stopped my dance steps in the middle. My breath is decapitated. My forehead is sweating. While Luca looked curiously at this uncomfortable situation.
"Is something wrong, sir ?."
"Don't give excessive expression. Ballet dancers shouldn't raise their emotions above two eyelids." Leonif. He touched my shoulder in a rage.
"I'm sorry, sir. Can I repeat again?" I asked a little scared.
"no need. We'll meet you on the lotus ballet stage in Stockholm."
Leonif turned around to leave me. Madame James who was trying to frame me was in confusion digesting the ballet master's decision. It's been hard for him to work out that emotional mistakes are the reason I got off the stage of the lotus ballet competition in Stockholm.
From the classroom, I peeked at Madame James chasing Leonif to the exit of the building. He seemed to be struggling to persuade Leonif to change his decision.
While I was in silence in the classroom, suddenly, I heard the El Perdedor song popularized by Enrique Iglesias and Marco Antonio Soloz bursting through the room.
But, it was too late, I felt Luca's fingers merging with my ten fingers slowly.
It was true, I did not see it in front of my face, but, I felt, the chest of his field hit my back from behind and with his leisure, he raised both soles of my feet above the backs of his feet. Then, we started doing dance steps that Leonif did not see or the eyes of others.
As long as the song El Perdedor continues to be excited to fill the room, I continue to set my steps unpretentious with Luca. I can't believe he's an arrogant, mute singer who can also do a little dance.
The dance moves that kept touching my shoulders, waist and legs told my blood flow to beat my heart even faster. My body was telling me to prove that the sweat pouring out of my forehead had to drip on Luca's grey t-shirt or at least be wiped gently by Luca's fingers.
"What happened ?." I let go of both of my arms that rested on his shoulder.
With a slight stutter and full of hesitation, I ran out of the classroom. Then head to the dressing room.
Intention to get rid of this heartbeat, Diego came to me with a bunch of flowers.
"Congratulations, amor. You escaped to the final stage," hugged her tightly and kissed my cheek.
"Thank you, amor," took a bunch of flowers that were stuck to me. "You don't work ?."
"Of course, this cop is on duty. I happened to pass by and cross paths with Mrs James on the street."
Luca walked out of the classroom while wiping off the sweat. My dear boyfriend Diego, who saw a man come out of the same room as me full of sweat, made Diego's fist float into his face.
Lordy!. Please forgive me for not being able to prevent the police from hitting someone. I told him not to play spank at the men close to me. It ended up being a mess in the hospital.
The caretaker who treated Diego and Luca couldn't do much, except threaten to inject tranquilizers into both of them. Diego was so emotional that I had to be by his side to not prey on Luca.
'Sorry yes, ' I said without a voice to Luca. He responded with a nod.
Our chat ended with the nurse pulling the white mosquito net between patients.
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