Under the stars

Chapter 18

He slowly got up and led me out of my bedroom towards the kitchen. I was confused by his actions and was beginning to question it but before I could even form the word he placed a hand in front of my mouth to stop a single word from escaping my mouth. He led me to the freezer and took out about three different flavours of ice cream and without even asking me placed a scoop of each into two different bowls with chocolate sauce.

It looked absolutely divine for once something in this house was finally my speed. We both tiptoed back to the room like bandits even though he owned the place and we both safely made our way back to the room. It amazed me how he did all this without even needing to say a word and the way he moved oh so effortlessly was quite breathtaking in person. Together we debated on a movie but finally settled on binge watching all of the hunger games while fawning over ice cream and snacks.

Something about this felt so right and so wrong at the same time but I was there in the moment and for fun of it I would live it up till the very last minute. I don't quite remember what time I drifted off but I do remember being sometime during the last movie. Nonetheless it was an awesome night and I would do a lot to relive it. I woke up and checked the clock and I was pleasantly surprised to see the time was 1pm but I was also so confused and happy that I was able to avoid breakfast and at this rate hopefully lunch as well.

My mood quickly left as soon as it came when I remembered I had to meet my new ballet coach today and to say the least I was dreading it. I know I may be in shape but I never felt life the sportiest person especially throughout my whole high school years and I wonder how this person trains and how intense this will be because from what I have heard ballet is probably among one of the toughest sports and I was not looking forward to it whatsoever.

It saddened me a lot when I woke up and noticed that we were not there but it kind of made sense so I tried my best not to fawn over it even though my mind shifted back to the thought quite often. I was enjoying a peaceful shower and I was just about finishing up when a very un-polite woman continued banging on the bathroom continuously. I had no choice in the matter so I quickly exited the shower and turned the water off making sure to put on a robe. I opened the door to notice one of the maids.

"Madam I am very sorry to disturb your shower but I was summoned here by King Santiago and told to prepare you for your upcoming Ballet training session in an 1". I did not pay attention to anything she said besides one word that played over in my head like a broken record.''King Santiago, King Santiago, King Santiago'. I nodded aimlessly without even paying attention to her. I learnt the hard way to just let the maids do their job and be free. I handed the reins to her and she quickly got me ready in a ridiculously uncomfortable leotard, stockings and a skirt. The outfit actually looked good and I looked like a dancer who had already gone pro but I did not feel like that inside. They obviously got the best quality dance wear on offer but that did nothing to soothe my nerves.

I quickly was dressed sharpish rather than dressed and as soon as I opened the door I was met by a fairly young man who had a strict disciplinarian aura around him. Immediately I knew he was my couch I could tell and he seemed like he would be an extremely respected couch as well. He introduced himself and his thick French accent came out in its full glory. " Hello Mademoiselle,I am couch Theo and I was hired to prepare you for a big dance in front of the family if I was correct".

"Yeah, nice to meet you, my name is Evelyn but I feel like you already know that in all honesty". I let out a small chuckle but this man never budged and at first glance I did not like him. It is not that he looked dislikable or anything, it was just his whole take on the word attitude that proved a major problem in the scenario. He was not even in the faintest inviting or kind but seemed very demanding and standoffish but who am I to judge I have barely spoken to him yet. "So uh lead the war I suppose".

I chuckled again but no response like seriously how hard headed must one really be. Despite my constant display of humour he silently led me to a Ballet studio here that I never even knew existed. In all honesty I felt quite exposed in the current ballet attire and I was not liking it one bit. His judgemental look as it scanned my body was only making matters worse for me so I settled myself in the corner with my hand over my chest and my body hunched and folded over itself in an attempt to conceal myself.

"Well I have been informed that due to your childhood you have no experience with Ballet or any dance of that matter so it seems we will need to start from basics. We do not have the time to perfect every skill so we need to fast forward it a bit.". At the moment I thought nothing of it you know but later I found out that Ballet was a curse sent among the human race for those who enjoy suffering. It was so hard and extremely tiring and this nutcase of a couch was not helping in the slightest.

All be it he was extremely talented and admirably good at it but it did not make him any better at explaining it to others. When he moved he did no with elegance and grace whilst I looked like an elephant missing a leg or two. It was disastrous so the session which I intended to end around 4pm went past 1am. This man justified it as well claiming that any good dancer puts in the time and effort and blah blah blah I tuned out the rest. It was horrid and exhausting but a little later on in the session he introduced pointe shoes. He was going unbelievably fast and was showing me skills people learned around the 10 year mark in Ballet and I was truthfully starting to get a bit scared because if it was this easy to fast track the progress of it all then why doesn't everyone not do it.

Why waste the majority of your life to do the same thing if I can presumably achieve it in one day. He was also thorough and made sure not to leave a single flaw. It felt like my bones were breaking the first time he introduced me to being on pointe and I hated it because it made the dancing process that much more horrid for me. I am now sitting for my more than well deserved break munching on a few strawberries. My attire is thick and slick with a thin lining of sweat coating the inside and outside, my muscles were sore and my feet were incredibly painful which was a foreign feeling to me. I was so far from the level and my body physically could not cope. I almost passed out on numerous occasions but he paid no attention to it and just brushed it off.