Lookism: What Am I Even Doing?

Chapter Sixty

3. A Testament of Will

(8 hours until)

The training room in question was actually a dance room. You know how there were two separate doors on the side of the stage? The elevator took us to the main hallway to the left, this was to remain open during work hours. On the right, that door led to a large space that opened up opposite to the stage.

Dozens of doors lined up against each other, long cafeteria tables at the center. To the other side of these doors there was a single pane of glass to the right of an open doorway. Beyond the opening, was a dance room with special wooden flooring and mirrors surrounding filling every wall. Bars decorated them around waist height for practice. At the far end, there were half a dozen poles going from the length of the ceiling to the ground.

Richard told me nothing when he dropped me off. He only offered me a solemn glance before leaving me alone. Looking at the phone given to me, I've been waiting here for almost four hours waiting for someone to explain what I was doing here in the first place.

This obviously was some sort of test but I'm not sure what kind. Were they testing my patience? Or was there some grade A Albert Einstein puzzle type shit I had to solve? Whatever it was, I'm sure I was doing it completely wrong.

Had they told me to wait anywhere else, I would've gone insane. But this room was familiar to me. After half an hour of waiting I walked up to the front of the room and stared at my reflection.

Looking at my face was impossible, still feeling disgusted with myself. So I focused on my body. I slipped out of my shoes and tossed my coat on the bar. For a while I stood there looking down at my feet on the reflection of the mirror as I rocked back and forth softly.

A soft hum escaped my lips as I dragged my left foot behind me, placing it at a 90 degree angle. I'm not sure what I was doing but it felt nice to feel my limbs stretch like this again. I dragged my foot back in, this time putting the heels of my feet together while my toes pointing to the side as best as I could.

I lifted my pelvis, tightening my core.

Lift.

The heels of my feet pushed off the ground. My body was a bit unsteady at first. Once I got used to it the motion became easier.

Stretch out and flex.

I flexed and pointed my feet so I could go even high on the balls of my toes. I'm not going to lie, I've been so out of practice that I almost felt a cramp coming on. Imagine how embarrassing it would be if someone walked in here while I rolled around the ground in pain. They would toss me straight in with Logan, wherever they were taking that fucker.

In a couple minutes I had my leg propped up against the bar. My right arm held lightly onto the bar as my left remained high in the air. Calm breaths pressed out of my lips as I leaned over to my right making sure to keep my arm at a gentle curve. The stretching helped calm the anxious feelings in my heart for as long as they could.

There was a thud as the door to the large opened. I scrambled away from the mirror and quickly put on my boots. It took me a while to lace them up again so when Chin-hae stepped through the doorway, I was still leaning over tying knots at the tops.

He looked down at me with an empty expression. I scowled at him.

Being caught at such a vulnerable moment by this damn freak fucking pissed me off. I took my phone along with the rest of my things and leaned against the mirror. To draw attention from my pacing heart, I focused on my anger rather than fear.

"Are you going to tell me what the fuck I'm doing here now?"

Chin-hae slipped off his coat and tossed it on the floor. I watched him with a weary expression. What the hell was he doing? He peeled the watch of his wrist and I could feel my breath tightening. I tossed my own things on the floor and steadied my stance to defend myself.