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where we met a professional dance teacher named Cindy. She looked like she’d just stepped out of a stage production. Her hair was in a tight bun on the top of her head, and she wore a black leotard with knee length skirt and leg warmers. She looked serious and it scared the shit out of me.
Another class joined us, and together, we all stood against the wall and waited for further instructions. Some of the girls looked eager to get involved. I was planning my escape.
“We are going to start off with a simple waltz. You will need to pair up. Boy, girl, please.”
Instantly, everyone started walking towards his or her ideal partners. I wasn’t a good dancer, and dancing in front of people was not something I ever, ever , wanted to do. I crept backwards, scanning the room for a way out.
Maybe there was a door that I could sneak out before anyone noticed.
The girls giggled as they found their partners and quickly, the wall of protection of people around me was disappearing. Some of the guys were more courageous than others, and were going straight up and asking the girls to dance.
I lowered my head and tried my best to avoid all eye contact. There was nowhere to escape to, so I’d thought maybe I could just make myself invisible and they’d forget I was even there…
One could be so hopeful.
There was no hiding and soon enough, I was left standing against the wall while the rest of the class had all successfully paired off. When I thought the situation couldn’t get any worse, it did.
Cindy looked straight at me and my face burned red with embarrassment. “Looks like you’ll have to learn solo until we can find you a partner.”
I sighed as the class snickered towards me.
“Great,” I mumbled.
“I’ll be her partner.”
Everyone’s head shot towards the voice at the stadium doors.
“I apologise for being late. I hadn’t realised art was now dance class,” James said as he walked towards Cindy and I, placing his books and pencil case against the wall.
“You and me both,” Mrs Hughes snapped.
“Dance is art,” Cindy said proudly.
Mrs Hughes rolled her eyes and walked out of the stadium doors in a huff.
Cindy ignored her and turned towards the rest of the class and said, “Well, now that everyone has a partner, let’s get to it then.”
“Shall we,” James said, as he nodded towards where the rest of the class was standing.
I smiled in reply, walked over to the other students, and waited for Cindy’s instructions. I tried to ignore the stares and whispering, instead, I focused on the instructions from Cindy. I needed as much help as I could get if I was going to make it out of this with at least some of my dignity intact.
After a few minutes and some demonstrations, Cindy turned the music on and we were to begin dancing. I turned towards James nervously. My heart was racing; my breathing rapid, as I recalled over and over in my head what Cindy had just said.
One, two, three. One, two, three.
“It’s going to be fine,” James reassured me, “it’s just dancing.”
“That’s the problem,” I replied solemnly.
James smiled. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you. Follow my lead.”
“Okay.”
“Trust me.”
I nodded, and for some reason, I did trust him.
“Now, keep your eyes on me. Don’t look down. I’ll lead and you follow.”
I nodded again.
He held his hand out, reached out, and gently placed his hand on the small of my back. I reached out and held his hand. The heat radiated through my body from his touch. I could feel every small detail on his hand and it sent shivers down my spine.
I didn’t dare look away. I couldn’t even if I tried.
I stared into his eyes and saw something so deep. I couldn’t explain it, but they told a story. A story of love, compassion, need and…. desire.
I’d forgotten about everything, where I was, who I was. All I could see was James. All I could feel was James, and I was lost. Lost in the moment, and lost in
Another class joined us, and together, we all stood against the wall and waited for further instructions. Some of the girls looked eager to get involved. I was planning my escape.
“We are going to start off with a simple waltz. You will need to pair up. Boy, girl, please.”
Instantly, everyone started walking towards his or her ideal partners. I wasn’t a good dancer, and dancing in front of people was not something I ever, ever , wanted to do. I crept backwards, scanning the room for a way out.
Maybe there was a door that I could sneak out before anyone noticed.
The girls giggled as they found their partners and quickly, the wall of protection of people around me was disappearing. Some of the guys were more courageous than others, and were going straight up and asking the girls to dance.
I lowered my head and tried my best to avoid all eye contact. There was nowhere to escape to, so I’d thought maybe I could just make myself invisible and they’d forget I was even there…
One could be so hopeful.
There was no hiding and soon enough, I was left standing against the wall while the rest of the class had all successfully paired off. When I thought the situation couldn’t get any worse, it did.
Cindy looked straight at me and my face burned red with embarrassment. “Looks like you’ll have to learn solo until we can find you a partner.”
I sighed as the class snickered towards me.
“Great,” I mumbled.
“I’ll be her partner.”
Everyone’s head shot towards the voice at the stadium doors.
“I apologise for being late. I hadn’t realised art was now dance class,” James said as he walked towards Cindy and I, placing his books and pencil case against the wall.
“You and me both,” Mrs Hughes snapped.
“Dance is art,” Cindy said proudly.
Mrs Hughes rolled her eyes and walked out of the stadium doors in a huff.
Cindy ignored her and turned towards the rest of the class and said, “Well, now that everyone has a partner, let’s get to it then.”
“Shall we,” James said, as he nodded towards where the rest of the class was standing.
I smiled in reply, walked over to the other students, and waited for Cindy’s instructions. I tried to ignore the stares and whispering, instead, I focused on the instructions from Cindy. I needed as much help as I could get if I was going to make it out of this with at least some of my dignity intact.
After a few minutes and some demonstrations, Cindy turned the music on and we were to begin dancing. I turned towards James nervously. My heart was racing; my breathing rapid, as I recalled over and over in my head what Cindy had just said.
One, two, three. One, two, three.
“It’s going to be fine,” James reassured me, “it’s just dancing.”
“That’s the problem,” I replied solemnly.
James smiled. “Don’t worry. I won’t let anything happen to you. Follow my lead.”
“Okay.”
“Trust me.”
I nodded, and for some reason, I did trust him.
“Now, keep your eyes on me. Don’t look down. I’ll lead and you follow.”
I nodded again.
He held his hand out, reached out, and gently placed his hand on the small of my back. I reached out and held his hand. The heat radiated through my body from his touch. I could feel every small detail on his hand and it sent shivers down my spine.
I didn’t dare look away. I couldn’t even if I tried.
I stared into his eyes and saw something so deep. I couldn’t explain it, but they told a story. A story of love, compassion, need and…. desire.
I’d forgotten about everything, where I was, who I was. All I could see was James. All I could feel was James, and I was lost. Lost in the moment, and lost in
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