Indigo's Mirror

Chapter 6

Morning broke and the sun peaked through young Indigo's window. He slowly started to open his eyes but realized quickly that Constantine was up bright and early making tea.

"Morning mate care for some tea, I got peppermint, chai, and my favorite green tea," Constantine said as he threw a bag of donuts at him.

"I'll take green tea bruv," Indigo said trying to mimic the British slang.

"Haha very funny, you need to get your ass up we got our first dance class in half an hour," Constantine said. "Still can't believe you made it to the advanced class as a Freshman, that's really dope man," he said as he nodded in approval.

"I'm kinda nervous I heard I was the second freshman to ever do that. I hope I don't mess up," Indigo said as he sighed.

"Your gonna be fine fam, I've seen your routines your really good you'll fit right in and by the time you leave here, you'll be one of the greatest. No joke, " Constantine said as he handed Indigo his tea.

Indigo was stunned to hear this from his new friend saying such powerful things about him. He was flattered however it built up his anxiety even more.

They finally got on their dancewear and their winter clothes and headed out towards the dance building which was only 15 minutes away.

"You know you didn't take a shower right?", Indigo said to Constantine as he put on deodorant while walking.

"Hey man I took one last night, " he replied as they both bust out laughing.

Indigo and Constantine are handsome men and it was only a matter of time before some of the females on the campus would notice the hot, buff freshman.
Indigo's smile, eyes, hair, and body was the talk of the campus and soon almost everyone knew the young star. They finally made it to the building and Indigo was in awe. The history pieces and pictures of famous dancers and entertainers that came to NYU. They walked into the dance studio and took off their coat and jumpers and took a seated position and started stretching. For Constantine, it was all familiar when it came to the people he knew, Indigo on the hand a little bit of a difficult time. Most of his classmates were upperclassmen and some were really jealous of how good he was without even seeing him dance.

"Come on!!! We need to warm up and let's get class going, this is going to be the hardest class in your life for some of you, " Mr. White yelled at the top of his voice.

Mr. White is the head of the dance department and the dance instructor for the advanced group. Mr. White was ironically and African American. He's about 5'11 but you would think he's 6'5 by the way he dances. No one ever knows his age so they estimate it between 45-50. He has broad shoulders but a very elongated figure from dancing of course. He has a slight resemblance to Idris Elba and sometimes even sounds like him. His haircut is always sharp and he has a couple of grey hairs in his hair and beard. Some of the students even had crushes on him but that never interested him furthermore Mr. White is a very "flamboyant" man if you know what I mean.

"We have a couple of new people here this year but that doesn't mean that I will take it easy on you. You will work hard, dance great, and be ready for our final showcase, " said Mr. White as he walked the room with a piercing look at the new students.

He passed Indigo and stop abruptly and look him up and down. Indigo was already nervous but now he got a certain urge to use the restroom.

" What's your name son?" Mr. White asked

"Indigo sir, " he replied trying to maintain eye contact with his instructor.

"I've heard a lot about you, I'm expecting great things from you, sir, " Mr. White said. "Alright let's warm-up guys we have a hard combination to learn today!!!"