Chaotic

Chapter 1

I bowed.

The pleasant sound of an applaud hit my ears, making me blush. It had been my first solo performance, and judging by the wondrous ovation, had gone well. I was a contemporary dancer and it had been my dance club's annual day. I had never done a solo before; and I was very nervous; but it had gone well.
The curtains dropped and I went backstage.

My coach greeted me with a smile, congratulating me for the performance. I thanked him cheerfully. It was one of the few days that I actually was happy.

There was a part of me wishing that there had been someone in the audience who I could turn to for a warm smile, someone I knew personally. But there wasn't, and I knew that it was probably never going to happen. So I tried to find happiness in the fact that even a bunch of strangers had liked my dance, and find it I did. A bigger part of me was anyway too relieved about having completed the dance successfully to care about the rest.

So I made my way to the dressing rooms and decided to change. Jeans were obviously more comfortable than the dress I was currently wearing, and the make-up artist had smeared too much powder on my face.

I quickly cleaned up and changed, and I let down my brown hair which was tied into a delicate bun. It fell down my shoulders, perfectly straight, with its natural blonde streaks.

I bumped into my friend as I was getting out.

"Goodness Avalon, you were perfect out there!" She said, a big smile on her face.

I smiled back. "Thanks Levane."

"Let me get changed and then we'll head out for some bites? The show's almost over anyway," she said.

"That would be nice, but it's late and I think my parents wouldn't want me coming home alone even later," I replied, groaning.

"Oh right, I forgot they didn't attend the function."

"Yeah, they had a conference with a Japanese client."

"Well, I could always drop you home," Levane suggested, but I waved it off. She didn't need to go through the trouble, and my house was just a few blocks away. She reluctantly agreed and went inside the changing room.

By the time I finally left the auditorium, the show had already finished. It was really late and I needed get home fast. But my parents were most likely still at the conference and Mrs. Beets, our housekeeper, wouldn't rattle on me, so I did not have that much to worry about.

I walked out of the building and took a turn leading towards my house. It took a few steps to realize that I wasn't alone; and a silent fear crept inside my head. I increased my pace, but the person seemed intent on following me.

This was usually a very safe locality. What was going on? I glanced back to see a young man, maybe a couple years elder to me.

"It's alright," he suddenly called out, making me jump. "I just really loved your performance, so I wanted to meet you."

What?

He just scared the hell out of me, following me like a creepy stalker, to tell me that he liked my dance? Is he crazy?

He probably realized my discomfort due to my lack of answer, so he spoke up again. "I'm sorry, I guess I freaked you out."

"Darn right you did," I snapped, slowing down for some unknown reason.

"I'm sorry," he repeated; as he caught up with me. I didn't bother looking up at him.

"I kind of wanted to join that dance club, could you tell me who to contact?"

"You could ask the receptionist, you know? Instead of following me." I said the last part under my breath, but he heard it anyway.

"I didn't mean to follow you... Just that you look a lot like someone I know."

That is the most cliché pick up line ever. But the way he said it, I don't know, it sounded genuine. I finally lifted my eyes and found myself looking at a squarish face with silver grey eyes, and a soft smile. He looked like the type of guy who hit the gym everyday, because he was certainly well-built. 

"Theo," he said, holding out his hand, probably glad that I finally acknowledged him.

"Avalon," I replied curtly, as I turned my face from him. I was not going to have small talk with a stranger, who had been following me. That's when I realized that I should probably not let him see the complete way to my house. Best to stay away from this creepy guy.

"So you know the address of the club, come there tomorrow anytime after ten; they'll audition you and take you in accordingly," I said, stopping for a bit, giving him the information he apparently needed.

He nodded.

"I should go now," I said and walked away. He didn't follow me this time and I heaved a sigh of relief.

Thank God he's gone. And I hoped that he was joking about joining the dance club. I didn't want to meet him everyday.

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Hey guys!

That's another novel from me, a story I'd been thinking about ever since I finished I'll Be Okay. I'm really passionate about this one, so it would be really nice if you could share your views with me. It's completely different from I'll Be Okay, and it's going to be much more intense, with some romance. Hope you enjoy reading Chaotic!

Love you guys,
Isandra