Corazon culpa

Chapter 3

'I shouldn't have gone through that intersection. I should have followed my personal chauffeur's advice, instead of the traffic jam news on the internet. I'm sure, if I, stuck in traffic, I'll definitely be fine.' Inner Luca.

A famous man seemed to be unable to do anything but accept everything sincerely. There comes a time when man is at the top and there comes a time when man is at the bottom. One cannot blame circumstances for everything.

"Sir, I have counted all. We're willing to buy your room on this condom for the price you charge."

The property officer resuscitated Luca's daydream. The officer who just finished calculating the value of each piece of furniture in his room gave a piece of documents for buying and selling rooms in the condominium. The price he wrote and Luca just signed it.

Now, Luca doesn't live in a luxury condo. With one big bag and clothes attached, he walked around in the cold looking for a new place to live.

Because he was mute, he had trouble asking where there was a decent place to live. The price does not have to be expensive, which is important to be liveable and comfortable.

Thumbs up, he found a room in an old apartment building without asking anyone. He simply wrote the necessary words on paper to communicate and bargain the price of the room he rented.

Fortunately, the old apartment owner was very good. He didn't mind Luca not shaking hands with him. For him most importantly now, the rooms in his apartment building were full.

Ever since someone committed suicide in the room Luca was staying in, no one would want to stay there.

...***...

Intentionally, I missed my lecture at the last hour. There was a ballet class rehearsal I had to attend, just before three in the afternoon.

The five-foot-tall building of orange bricks welcomed my arrival warmly. It wasn't the building that just kindly accepted me but the people as well.

Madam James approached me. "You're on time, Elle. Ready for your dance."

"I don't think so, ma'am," I replied listlessly.

"I told you to practice hard. Ballet competency observers will come here. He's in the room. Quickly change your clothes and do your job."

Mrs James threw me out of the locker room. Just now, I came with a cold body. Then, a minute later, he told me to wear thin, tight-fitting pale pink clothes and ballerina shoes that I still knotted tightly at my feet.

"ELLE!. Hurry along!."

"Okay, Madam!."

Geez, Mrs James is so impatient. He broke down the locker room door and raised an eyebrow so I could head to the training room.

Arriving there, I saw all my friends had shown her ballet dance steps. The old man who kept yelling snapped, motivated and touched parts of the ballerina's body that had less vigorous and limp movements was an observer of the ballerina competition.

Name's Leonif. Original Russian. Ballet Enthusiast. Hate to eat tachos and the only observer of ballerina competition who comes straight to the ballet practice site to pick his own dancers.

"Get in line!." Leonif bullied me who was still standing at the door to run into the dancing ballerina ranks.

"Take your time, show your best and prove you can go home with Leonif" James said.

I was so disturbed by him. The weak and relaxed pull of the pull remained consistent even though Leonif just kept passing me and looked at me from all sides with his bad eyes.

The music kept playing and we had to keep dancing. When a man walks into the room, Leonif tells Mrs James to stop her music. Finally, we can rest and relax our feet.

"Consideration, ballerina!. I invited young, talented singers like Luca Spark to join us." Leonif announced excitedly.

What ?. Did I not hear wrong ?. Luca will be joining our cheap ballerina team. It was like an insult to him.

'I can't sing for girls. They're ballerinas. The beautiful butterflies hypnotized by music are no match for me, Luca's inner self.

Leonif had chosen him wrongly. His biological father who is still in the dance arena will certainly be very disappointed his biological son can not sing let alone talk.

When Lady James gave the mirophone to Luca, Adelaide reacted.

"Silent!," Leonif quieted the room with a single shout.

"What's right, son. You can't sing anymore ?." Luca nodded. "Even talk ?."

Madam James was over-exercising her will. Luca really can't talk. His mouth was forced to clench like a koi fish. Without any sound.

Leonif lowered his head. He walked back and forth, thinking something and finally, he found the solution.

"Alright, ladies. Luca won't sing but, he'll play music for us. The ballet competition is getting tougher every year. I want, musical performers to be involved in your dance."

All my ballerina friends whispered to each other. They adopted Luca as their musical performer. But, not a few who shook their heads disappointed in the ability of the music game.

Leonif and Mrs James realized that things were getting more and more upset. So, in order for the class to quickly end, he immediately announced who would represent the ballet match to the Stockholm stage.

The shoulder Leonif touched will not be elected as representative. Only the ones Leonif had never touched would come forward to represent this class.

"Estelle Starlight, please come forward."

I broke out in a cold sweat, my name was called that stubborn old man. What I was going to do in front of him was not very sweet. When he complained about all my weak moves in the training session.

Leonif told me to collaborate with Luca. Tomorrow, he'll come back to class to see me dance to the music.

...***...

Class disperse. I say goodbye to my ballerina friend who chose to go home first.

"Estelle, congratulations" said Cherly, who had just closed her locker door.

"Thank you, Cherl." I wear alternating black stockings on both my legs.

"Train hard, Cacha!. I can't wait to see you dance on the Stockholm stage."

Cherly congratulated me on my selection in the national competition. Usually he would go forward and perform on such a big stage but, he was retreating from competence after assuming the task of being the heir to his father's business.

I heard it was very clear Cherly's voice was cursing at someone in front of the locker room door, I immediately put on my highells and checked out.

"What's the matter, Cherly?," looked at Cherly's angry face and saw Luca confronting her.

"This man is a stalker," pointed at Luca. Careful, Cacha!. You need to watch her."

"Thank you, Cherl."

The tall, red-haired woman walked out of the ballet practice building. Mrs James and Leonif had also gone home before us. Now, it's just me and Luca here.

"Hey, do you want a cup of coffee ?." I asked friendly.

'This cute girl invited me to coffee. I'm not going with him. Meh!, replied Luca inwardly.

I don't get it. Luca just shut up.

"You need not be ashamed. I'll deal with it."

'Forced once. I said no yes no. Why doesn't he understand my silence ?.'

Luca didn't answer my question. The ugly man chose to run away without a trace of the message. While I caught up with him going in the opposite direction home.

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