Atlanta has a another secret (lol, another! all of my stories have her with a secret practically) and she keeps it hidden pretty well. Until someone finds out! What's gonna happen? (Don't wanna giv...
Atlanta choked back tears as she wracked her brain, trying to find something to pass the time. But questions kept swarming and flooding her head, making it impossible to find anything else to think about. She was so nervous, she couldn't stand it. So she decided to stand up and practice one more time for her rehearsal. She had no clue why she felt this restless; it wasn't even the actual show! But she couldn't shake the feeling of butterflies in her stomach, so she went to practice one more time in the practice room. When she was almost there, she stopped when she noticed the line-up consisting of at least 15 people, with the door shut. There was music playing, but Atlanta couldn't make out the exact tune of the song. It sounded like a hip-hoppish tune, and she began to freak out again.
Would she do fine? What would happen to her if she messed up, or fell, or forgot what to do? And even worse, what if the people watching her didn't like it? Not any people enjoyed ballet, they thought it was boring! Everyone she knew had made fun of ballet atleast once, including her best friend. He preferred hip-hop, like what was going on in the practice room. The music came to end with a loud bang, and someone came out. His name was Charlie, a very talented and handsome hip-hop, tap, modern, acro, and jazz dancer, and she admired him. He was panting crazily, and he was covered in sweat.
He passed by Atlanta waiting in line, and smiled. She smiled back and said, It sounds like you were working really hard in there, I bet you're gonna do great," she managed to choke out, scared of crying because of all of the tension and jealousy inside of her. How she envied him! To do those dances, to be as good and professional looking as him. But he said back to her, "Yeah, but I still can't get my whole routine perfect. I'm sure you'll do awesome though," he smiled even wider and said, I can't wait to see yours!" and walked off. He'd sounded so enthusiastic; he was probably just trying to be nice. That was why he was so liked, everyone adored him. He was so kind and made everyone feel good.
After about 45 minutes, Atlanta was at the front of the line. Each person was aloud 5 minutes to practice, before they had to leave. There was a line formed behind her now, and the music playing in the room suddenly stopped. The door opened and she looked behind her, to see how many people were there. 3 people left, because the wait was getting too long. Then Atlanta entered, and found her CD with her music on the CD rack. She placed it in the CD player, and hit play. She ran behind a little curtain and waited for the music to start as she pretended to be off stage. Then she heard someone whisper behind her, "You can do it Atlanta," and she turned to see the dark shape of Charlie. He gave a thumbs up sign, just as the first deep note began.
She ran to the back of the room, pretending it was the back of the stage. Trying to remember every correction and move her teacher, Miss Isabelle, had told her, she moved swiftly and gracefully, but giving the impression that it was a harsh and loud dance. At the end of the 2 minutes and 48 seconds, she sat in her pose of 'the swan' that Miss Isabelle had taught her. She had one leg outstretched behind her, and she was leaning forward slightly. Her arms were going in opposite directions, one behind and one in front of her. Her toes were pointed delicately, and she had the perfect posture and figure. There was loud clapping, and she beamed as Charlie clapped furiously, looking stunned.
"That was wonderful! You did great, and I loved how you performed!" He smiled and she blushed, very proud of herself that she'd gotten so much attention from this boy whom was her dancing role model. Then she had more thoughts stirring in her head, and was surprised by one in particular. Wow, I can't believe Archie liked my dance so much! She continued to smile. But felt weird inside. Why had she said Archie? This boy's name was Charlie, none of her friends knew about her love of dancing, especially her best friend Archie. But his name had appeared in his head for some reason, and she didn't know why. Then she looked more closely at him, and saw how much they looked alike. They both had the same long, serious faces. And when they smiled, it was a great, goofy smile. They had the same body, and wore the same style of clothes. And although Atlanta had never taken any notice of this, the most obvious thing was their hair! It was the same purple mohawk, and she thought for a second she was staring at Archie. Even if they had almost the same voice, and looked almost exactly the same- heck, they even had almost the exact same name- that didn't mean it was him.
But she quickly forgot, and continued to chat happily with Charlie. He asked her to go and grab some coffee with her after the dance rehearsals, and she accepted. She couldn't wait to go and get to talk to him all by herself! When they heard Charlie's name called on the speaker along with his dance, he said he'd see her later and that he had to go. He ran down the hallway as the voice on the speaker repeated, "Charlie Newo. Dance number 48. Solo: hip-hip." Then Atlanta went back to the auditorium to watch Charlie perform his hip-hop solo. She had memorized that his was the 48th, and then his acro solo was the 52nd, almost right after. Her ballet solo was 72nd twenty after his last dance. His modern solo was the 14th, and his tap duet was 2nd. Then his jazz solo was the 29th. She loved watching his dance, and had seen all of them today so far. The recital was tomorrow evening, and she had a ticket to watch, so she could see him in the big performance.
She couldn't wait, but once her thoughts drifted again she panicked once more about how she would do in the rehearsal she had practiced for for over 10 months, 4 days a week, 3 hours a day. Then after almost 2 hours, her name was called and she advanced to back stage, She saw Charlie on her way and he wished her good luck, right before she opened the door and was swept into empty blackness. The lights brightened slightly to a dim, and the deep note she'd heard before started. She ran to the back of the stage, and started to dance. She danced like the wind, like nothing else mattered. Nothing, but her incredible passion for ballet.
That was the first chapter of Dance With Me, hope you liked it and I'll update soon!