A Twist In The Tale…


Hey everyone! I’m here again. Thank God for Oby whom the Lord used to pursue the spirit of laziness away from my doorstep. So, thank you Oby! And thank you everyone for taking some time out to read this piece! I hope you enjoy it!

PS: This is the 3rd Part in the Series. Part 1 – Not Really Sure… https://etana007.wordpress.com/2013/02/28/not-really-sure/ and Part 2 – Tale Snippet – A Girl Who Loved To Dance… https://etana007.wordpress.com/2013/03/19/tale-snippet-a-girl-who-loved-to-dance/


“No, no, no…. You must plie, before the leap. That way, its much easier and you gain more height and distance.”

“Chase, remember, you lift from the midriff. Denise, you must balance your weight while in the air, else whatever happened to London bridge will repeat itself.”

Tj was my teacher, Chase my partner. Apparently,  they both created that lovely routine. Devils. They had to have it all.

The audition was tomorrow. I was practically working my ass off to get every single thing right. It was beginning to tell on me. I caught myself dozing in a meeting yesterday. Embarrassing stuff.

“Okay guys, take 10 (minutes), we’ll have one last run and that’ll be it for today.”

I tried to catch my breath. I was sweating profusely and that in  itself was becoming a problem when it came to the parts of the routine that had lifts and holds.

I was thinking. The past 2 days had been grueling. But I enjoyed every tiny bit of it. Chase was a total darling. Always the helpful, supportive partner. I couldn’t believe my luck. From afar I actually concluded he was a snob. At dance class, he always kept to himself. And it was easy for him to do that as he was always getting everything right.

Class was always like…

“Chase, Amy, you guys came up with a choreography for Carol night, yes? Come and teach the class.”

“No, that’s not the way a saute arabesque is done. Chase come show the class”

“Helen, you missed a step. Its a triple spin before you go into fourth position. Chase, show her how to do it.”

The name Chase was probably the most reoccurring word in our instructors’ vocabulary. I wondered if  they had Chasyndrome or something. (eyes rolling)

But he was really very sweet in person and it didn’t even seem like any of that got to his head. I was just happy to be rehearsing with him and even if I didn’t get Amy’s part, it wouldn’t really matter much. Spending those few days, doing something I loved passionately with someone (well, people) I admired, was already a lot for me.

That night, as Chase walked me to my bus stop, we talked about the audition.

“Let’s assume I wasn’t auditioning for Amy’s position.. How’s she by the way?’

“She’s doing okay. I went to visit her yesterday after rehearsals. She’s healing nicely. She won’t stop wailing about having to miss out on all the fun. Hahahaaa! But i think she needs the break.”

“That’s nice. So, as I was saying… If I wasn’t auditioning, who would you have wanted as your partner for the dance?”

“Errr… Nicole. Annie is good, but she’s heavy. With the lifts in this routine, naaah…”

I burst out laughing.

“Denise! Be nice!” I pulled a straight face. I didn’t like Annie. I knew Nicole would prove competition.

“Chase, none of the other girls have asked to rehearse with you? I’m just wondering how they want to just dance with you on that day if they’ve not rehearsed with you at least once. I know other guys know the routine too, but still…”

“Yes, I’ve thought that too. At the audition, they’ll perform with the guys they rehearsed with and the person who’s finally chosen will rehearse with me, for the workshop.”

We had reached my bus stop. We said our goodbyes, and he wished me luck for tomorrow. I sure needed it.


Hahaa. Y’all thought I’d be putting you in suspense again, aye? Fear not. Its going to be a long read, but the series ends today! 😀


We took our positions and the music came on. For three minutes, I wasn’t me. I was someone else, I swear. All I knew was, after the music ended, there was applause. And then there was silence. I looked at Chase as helped me off the ground. His smile seemed to say “We did it!”


All other 5 performances were done, and the judges (our instructors) had to deliberate for some time. I was seated in the crowd, between Chase and Tj. Yes, Tj was there too.

As I got back to my seat after my performance, He whispered , “You were amazing.”

I beamed. “Quit patronizing me!”

“I swear, I patronize you not. I caught it all on tape!”

“No you didn’t!” I was almost jumping out of my seat! ” I wanna see!”

“Shhhhhh… The next performance is about to start. I need to get them all. We’ll review them back at the studio”

“Ok, ok, ok…” I could have been the happiest child on earth.

William, our chief instructor stood up

“What we saw today was very impressive. I am particularly happy with the competition you all put up here. Something good has come out of Amy’s misfortune; we saw people display talents in a light we’ve never seen before.” Denise? This has to be your first audition in-house for a major part in a performance, Yes? Yes. Shannon, Zia you both have never taken on a duet before, have you? It has always been group choreography. This is really good stuff and I want to say we are glad you took up the challenge. We are now more aware of your capabilities and though there is only one position available tonight, there will be many more opportunities for you to showcase your talents. Good job everyone.”

Candice, his assistant began to announce the results. “We have a winner people! Congratulations Denise!”

What? I didn’t hear that right… Chase turned and hugged me so tight. As he released me, Tj turned my head and kissed me. I was confused.

Candy (as we fondly called her) continued “Denise, we were amazed at what we saw here today. You are one of our newest members, yet you could almost have passed for a principal dancer. Wow. Chase, you must have done a lot to bring out that kind of performance. Well done. We saw you both move together, and the other 5 dancers couldn’t convince us to separate you two. Now, y’all owe us 101% of what we saw here today, at the workshop.

Good night everyone!”

It was a lot to take in… I got the part. I was going to dance with Chase. At the big workshop! Tj kissed me. What does that mean?

Everyone has started leaving the auditorium. As I got up to leave, Candy motioned for me to come to her.

“Meet us outside.” Chase said. They had come in Tj’s car.

Candy and I talked for about a minute. She just wanted me to know she would be in charge of our costumes and I would have to arrange to have my measurements taken. (I’d never needed a costume before, this being my first performance and all)

I happily clattered towards the exit of the hall.

“What was all that about?! How could you kiss her?!” Chase sounded really mad. I’d never seen him like that.

“C’mon Chase, calm down! It was just a friggin’ kiss!”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?! Who do you think you are going about hurting my feelings that way?! Its bad enough that I have to keep us a secret! Then you go flirting with my friends in my very presence and you expect me to be calm about it?! I have never for once given you reason to doubt how I feel about you! I have literally given up everything just to be with you! And this? This is what I get? This is how you treat me? No Tj, I can’t…”

Tj kissed him.

Whaaaaaaat?! Nooooooooo!! Eeeeewwwww!! Urrrrghhhh!!

I stepped back into the hall, out of sight. What the hell did my eyes just behold?


Hahahahaa! Yes! We have come to the end of  our story. Denise’s crushes were gay! Loool! I have to thank Dantte for that perfect twist. He brought it up in a conversation we had a long time ago after I had freshly written “Not Really Sure…” At that point, I didn’t even know how best to continue the story. Totally forgot about the gay twist until after I published Part 2, then it hit me! – Chase now has a perfect gay partner! Lol!

So, Denise found out they were gay. Did she continue with the workshop and all? I have no idea. My name is not Denise. None of my alters answer Denise either. So, we do not know who Denise is, or what became of her and her gay crushes.

We just hope you had a good time reading this our struggle of a story.

Until next time,

Etana 🙂


Tale Snippet – ‘A Girl Who Loved To Dance’


Yeah, yeah. I know I said I’d continue the next day. But you know how it is…work + writers’ block + laziness is a killer combinationSo I’m back with the sequel to the first part of my story. Thanks for stopping to read, and I hope you enjoy it!

PS: If this is your very first visit to Etana’s corner, or you somehow missed the prequel to this one, I strongly suggest you read it first. “Not Really Sure…” that’s the title. Two posts before this one. Toodles!



Ding! The elevator doors popped open at the 6th floor and I alighted. Bolero Studios. (the ‘r’ in ‘Bolero’ is pronounced kinda the same way the r in ‘Les Miserables’ is pronounced. #goFigure). As I pushed open the sliding doors and walked in,  I realized I had been holding my breath. I’m not entirely sure for how long.

3 girls and 2 guys lay flat on their backs, arms spread out, with both legs pressed together in the air, perpendicular to the floor, feet flat out. They had great lines. They must have been modern contemporary dance students getting ready for a class by doing the prep exercise routines. Soft music was playing in the background. Besides that, everywhere was quiet. I looked around, there was no sign of Chase.

Pause. Rewind. 3 days before.

I will not go into the details of that very happy dream  I had. I will not. All I will say is this, I didn’t want to wake up from it. Throughout the next day, I kept checking my phone for a reply from Chase. 10 am. Nothing. 11:30 am. Nothing. 2:40 pm. Nothing. *sigh* I switched off my phone and threw it in my bag.  Then I managed to get through the rest of my day. So much for the sweet dreams I had the night before. As you might have guessed, I was having a bad day already and the stress of work didn’t make it any easier.

I got home that evening and fell into bed, fully clothed. The stress at work and the disappointment of not hearing from Chase had done me in. I fell asleep listening to Hillsong United’s He Has Overcome on repeat ( I particularly love their rendition of it at their Live show in Miami last year).

Thanks to my highly irregular sleep pattern, I was awake by 1 am. I quickly showered and changed into something comfortable. 30 minutes later and I was still awake. The phone. I had totally forgotten about it. I fished it out of my bag and switched it on. Beep beep. 3 new messages. And one was from Chase!

“Hey Denise! I do know you. And no, you’re not ‘too late’ (whatever that means). I too have a couple of loose ends to tie up as regards the Stay routine, and funny enough, you’re the only person that has asked to rehearse with me. Meet me at Bolero studios the day after tomorrow at 6:30pm and let’s see watchyu got. (Let me know if this time isn’t convenient for you. Also, let me know if you need directions) Ciao.”

Wow. I let out my breath. Didn’t even realize I was holding it in. I’m going to actually rehearse. With Chase. I screamed! Sheesh Denise! I totally forgot it was almost 2 am. Kai! Who knew how many of the neighbors I’d woken up. Oh well, they can like to indulge the happiest girl in the estate. I mean, its not every night I get to scream like this (Hold that thought. Forever. Thanks. Moving on.)

Fast forward, to the present.

I watched as the dancers executed the moves, synchronizing with one another and with the soft music in the background. I think it was Hillsong’s Aftermath playing, can’t really recall. I looked at my watch. 6:15pm. I still had 15 minutes, so I quietly backed into one corner and continued to watch them.

…Yes, I agree. The workshop lasts for 3 days… Yes, I will be very involved… No, it can’t wait…. Yes… First week of September is fine. I’ll be in touch. Thank you ma’am.”

Chase emerged from what appeared to be an office. As soon as I saw him, I started playing with my phone. As he concluded the phone call, he walked up to me. I looked up. There was the gorgeous smile. I smiled back and said hello.

“Hey you. So sorry” he said while pointing towards the very busy dancers, “but Tj  had to postpone his dance-class this afternoon. I totally forgot it would clash with our arrangement until about an hour ago.”

I later gathered that Tj was Chase’s best friend/mentor and together, they ran the studio.

“This isn’t a major class though and in about 30 minutes, they’ll be done. Can we start by 7 pm? Or do you have a curfew?” There, that smile again. The way he made everything feel…alright. *sigh*

For some reason, words just took a little vacation on me at that point in time. I managed a shy smile and a nod.

He looked at me with feigned misunderstanding and an arched eyebrow, “Nod as in, you do have a curfew, or nod as in 7 pm is fine?”

I chuckled. “7 pm is fine.” Thank God, the words were back.

“Would you like some water while you wait?”

“Yes, please.”

He disappeared into his office and was back with a glass of water.

I thanked him.

As he left, he pointed to the far left end of the dance hall, “In case you need it, the bathroom is that way.”

So thoughtful. I thanked him again.

I resumed playing with my phone. The dancers had just finished their prep routine, and had begun ‘falling into formation’.

Then someone else stepped out of the office into the dance hall.

Oh. My. Goodness. Gracious. || Holy. Mary. Mother. Of. All. Things. Sacred. || Sweet. Baby. Jesus. || Someone. Slay. Me. Now.

“Hey guys, chop,chop, let’s get to it.”

He walked to the  back of the room and inserted a CD in the deck.

“We know the routine. Tim, Haley, Janette. You go first. Amber, Peter, you join up in the second verse.  Let’s make this quick. And neat. I want fluidity. I want to see your lines and I want energy.”

A lot was happening and through all of it, all I could think was “…And I thought Chase was hot.”


Hahahaaaa… I am amazed at the turn of events. Honestly, after Part 1, I didn’t even plan to bring in any other major character besides Chase. I totally made Tj up halfway into this 2nd part, about 30 minutes ago. Hey, don’t give me that look! I wanna see how this ends as much as you do. 😉

Until next time (and I really hope its not too far in the future),



Not Really Sure…

What you’re about to read is a perfect blend of fact and fiction. Most of it is fiction really. But I like to mix things up and leave you guessing! Thanks for stopping to read. I haven’t really written anything in a long while. I hope the cobwebs don’t chase you away. *cracks knuckles*


Not really sure how to feel about you

Something in the way you move…

I watched as Chase leaped, did a perfect mid-air split and landed oh so gracefully, he made it look easy. Count 5, 6, 7, 8… and Amerie came flying into his arms. With Amerie in his arms,  he did a moving-double spin, (to regain balance I suppose. Nobody takes all that momentum standing on one spot) stopped and held her like that for a couple of seconds that seemed  like forever. This particular move scared the be-Jesus out of me because, in order to perfectly emote, Amerie had to put her all into that jump, and trust Chase to catch her. I tried hard not to imagine all the things that could go wrong if… *shivers*

Dance classes were always depressing! 😦

Not only did I have to watch awesome and amazingly talented dancers do crazy-beautiful stuff that literally took my breath away, leaving me wondering when I’d (if ever) become like them; I had to endure this stooopid crush on Chase. To me, he was the best modern contemporary male dancer I’d seen (been in the same room with).

Chase slowly dropped Amy to the ground and began walking away from her in slow mo, while Amy clung to his feet and got pulled along as he walked… *music fades* *applause*

That marked the end of the grueling 3-minute routine. This duet was one of the routines to be performed at some Dance Workshop that had a lot of our dance partners coming in from a couple of countries in Europe and the US. The workshop was in 3 weeks.

3 days later, we all got called in for an emergency meeting. Amy has twisted an ankle and the doctor said she wouldn’t be doing any dancing till well over 6 weeks.

Oh? So there was one slot and 6 girls to be chosen from, yours truly inclusive. Wow. I stopped myself short. 6 girls? Whoa… That was quite some competition. Plus I am not really one for competitions. As soon as I see its a party, I withdraw. Never really liked having to ‘fight’ or ‘struggle’ for anything. But I loved the routine. I had attended class every single time it was taught. And I knew the song even better than the back of my hand. The routine came to me naturally. There was a lot of partnering and the technicality of the dance proved a challenge initially when we started learning. But I got the hang of it sooner than later and was as good as any average, dancing newbie like me could get.

The beauty of duets is that with a great partner, you both complement each other and the audience gets drawn in to the story both your movements create in harmony. Any little perks and hitches in the delivery of the routine might go unnoticed or could be ignored more easily than if it were a solo, or a group choreography.

So I encouraged myself and indicated I was interested in the Audition. We had 6 days to perfect our act.

Hi Chase, You may not know me, but I got your number from Ben.

(PS- if only y’all could see what I went through before I finally gathered enough liver to contact the guy…)

I’m Denise and I need your help. I know you’re busy and I might be too late, but if I am, then no problem. I’m thinking of auditioning for Amy’s slot. And I was wondering if you could help me through the routine. I have most of it already down and I was looking to perfect the rest of my act in readiness for the 5th. Please let me know what you think.

Good the message was delivered. Then I waited. And waited. And waited. And then I slept off, waiting.

That night, I dreamed of Chase. And of me. And of Dance….

(I’ll continue tomorrow, hopefully 🙂 )

When I started writing this piece, I thought I was going to write about love gone sour. It was inspired by Rihanna’s Stay (Praiz’s rendition of it actually). I decided to leave this foot note BEFORE I started the story… cos I really don’t know how it will end.