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,