Our destiny

Fate

"Leah come on, we'll be late." I hear my mum calling from downstairs. I'm still getting ready for this stupid show. I don't know why I agreed on coming with her. I just felt bad for her because she wanted to go and she couldn't find someone to come with her. I would much rather be at that karaoke night with the Arsenal girls right now but I guess I have time get through this for my mum now.

"I'm coming." I call back and put my last earring in. I really hope that this won't be that boring tonight. Maybe there will be some cool acts but I doubt that. The place just opened up and mum found it online so she wanted to go. Sounds like something that will be gone in a few months. At least I don't have to go there again then.

I make my way downstairs where my mum is already waiting for me. She looks at me with a smile and a slight chuckle.

"Come on, don't look at me like that. It won't be that bad. You will like it, trust me." She says.

"Yeah sure." I nod. I don't want to disappoint her so I try to put on a smile and be open minded about this whole thing.

We drive to the building and arrive there just in time. We take mums car and she drives us. I don't even know how long this will take but I hope it will be quick. We immediately make our way inside and into the hall. It isn't that big and we quickly find our seats. I take my phone out and check the group chat. There are some pictures of that the girls send that just make me want to be there instead of here even more. I sigh and stop looking at it.

Luckily the lights go out already and the show starts. It will be multiple different things from different people. As I expected it most of the acts are some dancing stuff. I find that a bit boring and it just doesn't catch me. Of course it is cool that these people have the talent to do that but it's nothing for me. It doesn't give me the adrenaline and stuff that I like. It's so slow. I look over at my mum. She likes stuff like that she seems to enjoy it pretty much. At least she is happy.

After almost 40 minutes of one dancing act after the other they finally announce something else. A trapeze acrobatic act. That sounds more like something I enjoy. Suddenly I actually focus and look up. The lights go out and just a single spotlight is pointed at the trapeze in the middle of the stage. A woman comes out and music starts to play. My eyes are focused on that woman and how elegant and beautiful she is moving in the air. Suddenly I'm pretty interested in this. She is spinning and turning in the air which looks pretty impressive. I could never do that. She is hanging down upside down with just her feet holding on the trapeze and still she looks so effortless. Her light brown hair is spinning through the air as she gets up again. Something makes me not take my eyes away from her. She looks insanely good. Her body looks so well sculptured and her face looks sweet. I should stay calm. I shouldn't think something like this. She is just a good professional dancer. Nothing for me to worry about. I won't ever see her again anyway. She probably has a boyfriend. Stop thinking about that.

As she is finished with her performance everyone clap. I also clap. A lot louder than for anyone else. She was amazing. Something about her just made me not wanting to take my eyes away from her. I don't even want her to leave the stage. Just now I realise how hard I'm smiling and how fast my heart is beating. What is wrong with me? I shake my head and stop the smile. She leaves the stage and we are back with the dancing stuff. Throughout the rest of the show I can't stop thinking about this woman. Who is she? I feel the desire to know everything about her. I don't even know her name. Somehow she enchanted me so much without even saying one word. She didn't even recognised me but she won't get out of my head. I need to stop with that. I won't ever see her again. She probably doesn't even live here. Maybe she isn't englisch and we couldn't even talk to each other. I somehow still hope that some fairytale happens and I will see her again. Maybe we'll meet again someday. Probably not.