At Your Service (Book Two)

Chapter 5: Vicência

There she sat, in the middle of the class. As Ms. Thompson droned further about the French Revolution, Vicência Carlisle's mind drifted far from the confines of the classroom. Her grey eyes glazed over, losing focus on her history class as she delved deeper into her vivid reverie.

In her daydream, Vicência heard the echoes of a grand ballroom reverberating through her being. She felt the satin fabric of her ballet slippers against her feet, the warmth of the spotlight caressed her skin.

Her mind painted vivid scenes of crowded rehearsals, where the peaceful sound of music intertwined with the soft whispers of her audience. The air was charged with anticipation, the scent of rosin and sweat mingled in a harmonious symphony. Vicência's body effortlessly glided across the polished arena, her movements a testament to years of dedication.

She was suddenly reminded of her beautiful days of being a ballet dancer. It's been a while since she has made a public appearance as one. She was proud to be one of the most famous faces in the circus business as an acclaimed ballet dancer, even some people claimed she was one of the best ballerina performers out there, for someone at her age. Even though it was a while ago, she still does her ballerina routines daily, it was one of her passions that she held onto for the past seven years.

Performing under the brand of Vanderbilt Entertainment made her question her decisions due to a massive fallout between her and the circus. She discovered something about the circus that she regretted finding out, and that made her leave Vanderbilt to put her passion for being a ballet dancer somewhere else.

Vicência was passionate to participate in ballerina school extracurricular activities, but joining the Vanderbilt circus troop took that from her. She missed those days while she was in the circus, improving her ballerina skills with her classmates. But that changed when she left, returning to focus on school. Sometimes, she did miss performing in the circus.

Then without a warning, the bell rang, shattering the tranquility of Vicência's daydream. She was brought back to the reality of the classroom. Her classmate filed out, their chatter and laughter filling the air. With a heavy sigh, she pushed her daydream aside, storing it carefully in the depths of her soul. Vicência's heart ached with longing as she reluctantly gathered her books.

She continued packing her things into her backpack. When she was done, she went straight out of history class with the rest of her classmates. She walked to her locker, which was not far from the class she was just in. After piling her history textbook, she headed for the exit. Sounds of students chattering and gossiping drowned behind her as she walked out.

Vicência walked through the parking area, beside it being the baseball field. Her house was only a couple hundred steps from her school, so she wouldn't waste a fee on a cab. She opened her phone while she walked, one hand gripping her backpack's strap. Her group chat blew up, being flooded with messages from her schoolmates.

Omg tomorrow

YASS FINALLY

RIO HERE WE COME

!!1!1!

Vicência let a small giggle come out of her as she read the message spam. She decided to be a part of it.

CANT WAIT!! ❤❤

She didn't forget to add a pair of emojis but not the apostrophe, but she didn't mind. Whatever, She thought and carried on with her business.

"Vicência Carlisle?"

Then she suddenly heard her name being spoken from behind her. Her steps stopped abruptly and she turned around. She was called out by a strange brown-haired boy. Judging just by his appearance, he could be someone from her school. She knew he wasn't one of them since she basically knew everyone there.