Corazon culpa

Chapter 13

Between Luca, me and the ballet dancers, everyone was feeling awkward backstage. They strengthen each other so that their movements are not wrong. The ballet dance competition is not that difficult, I thought.

While waiting for my name to be called, I kept an eye on Luca. Just be careful if he forgets the symphony piece on stage. If that happens, I'll drop the medical expenses at the hospital.

"Estelle!." The organizers approached me. "Go to the stage. It's your turn."

"Thank you."

I got out of the ballerina's waiting chair and then, dragged Luca up on stage. The shy ex-musician couldn't be told to walk on his own, because when I did, my leg was hurt.

Arriving on stage, right behind a red mosquito net. I took my hand off Luca.

Before the red mosquito net opens, I give you a wudge. If a squirrel jumps, it will fall too. The best hidden emotions will surely come out as well.

"Luc, this is our last meeting. Please don't mess up tonight." Luca nodded.

The man wearing a neat black suit wanted to take a pocket book and a ballpoint pen out of his suit pocket. But, I'm clamping it down.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let's welcome you. Number seven, ballerina Elle and her piano player, Luca Spark."

The sound of a red mosquito net opening to the left right immediately showed me who was standing in the middle of the stage with Luca. The boisterous sound of clapping watching echoed throughout the room. The MC who was standing on the front left of the stage started walking to the sidelines, allowing me to move forward.

I felt the floodlights shining all over my body. At the midpoint, the limp muscle pulls me to know where I want to start dancing. While I prepare the opening move. Luca is moving towards the piano. He sat there, stretched his ten fingers and began a beautiful game of his piano keys.

My ballet is no different from training. Just like the training in front of Leonif yesterday, at the time I got my tiptoes, my head turned to the left with a downward gaze and my two arms became one like the neck of a goose.

Luca plays the piano. He kept pressing the piano keys until the end of my ballet.

After the piano sound ended and I had also finished the movement, the boisterous sound of the audience's paddles once again echoed throughout the hall room. They smiled, whistled and whispered a bit in agreement that Luca was indeed a bullish steering wheel into a lower-class music player after the accident.

In front of the stage there are already three best ballet judges in Stockholm. From the left, there is Mary Storm, a senior balletist who has traveled the world; next to her is Dayat Moscher, a young composer from Asia who is none other than the owner of my old apartment; lastly, Lionif Spark, the ballet competition watcher who had seen my performance first and he also suggested Luca to be my shadow.

"Well, what a stunning appearance. Estelle and her partner can stand next to my left. Jurors, we'll please comment."

I was thinking incoherently when Mary started tapping on her microphone. Don't let him say in a ballet competition there's no need for additional music.

"Estelle Starlight, you're from Stockholm?" asked Mary.

"Yes, mom," I replied.

"How long has it been playing ballet ?."

"3 years, mama."

"The show was good. His leg was also tight. Keep defending, bella." I'm saying thank you. Mary's comments were very positive.

"Music players bother you. I'm so sorry I had to cut your points."

"Thank you" I replied in a small tone.

The last piece that spoils almost all comments is Leonif. He doesn't need much chit chat anymore because he'll definitely say the angel has come down.

"Angel has fallen, you're the winner." Lionif stood up from his chair. Pointing me with the end of the ballpoint pen.

Observers of ballet competitions who like to steal attention get the appreciation of the audience. The sound of applause continued to echo until the MC asked for time to air support from twitter.

Paulina @missmoment - 3 j, reply @baletteratai, I know she will be back. Support for you @lucaspark .

Dex @spinxmesir23 - 3j, reply @baletteratai, #1 to Estelle and Luca.

Obe @obeobe - 2j, reply @baletteratai, vote for best dance. Elluca send to 8629.

Cody Simpson @codysimpson - 2h, racing @balletteratai, raise up for Luca. Show the best of ability, pal. Support you.

Jelly Bean @jugheadsister - 2j, Reply @baletteratai, 5 love.

Sparkers @lucasparkfans - 1j, reply @baletteratai, We will do our best for you, Luca. Your fans are alive. We love you so much.

Gray @spotgray - 1j, replied @balletteratai, I can't wait to see them holding the trophy of victory.

Coe @youngman - 1j, reply @baletteratai, Number 7 remains at heart.

Zendaya @zendayaunoficiall - 1j, reply @baletteratai, Good dancer and nice song. The Proud of you.

Nicky Red @demondwife - 1j, reply @baletteratai, my husband should see this dance. We've been training a lot and he keeps stepping on my feet.

Dela @lovepoppy - 1j, reply @baletteratai, Luca I can dance ?. Please, I want to scream now.

and there are many more hundreds of captions and replies for me on twitter that continues to float on the big screen of the show stage.

It seems, even though Luca has gone down and stripped the king of pop crown, in fact he can attract a lot of votes in ballet competitions.

Since the ballet competition was determined by the vote, I was optimistic about the rising vote. My position from seventh went up to number 6, number 5 went to level and on the countdown, my vote went on against Juan and Maria in number one and Wala !. my name and Luca rose to the first position.

Balloons from above fluttered the stage. Ribbons and twinkling paper crumbs also came down like rain fluttering all over my body. I could not say anything, having received the golden cup of the ballet competition from Maria's hand. I wanted to cry, but I realized that the cup and the victory had to be shared with my colleague Luca.

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