𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐞

𝐏𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐭

De Leche Dance Studio, Los Angeles CA
Omniscient

As I turn my car off I put my black beats earbuds in my ears trying to keep the momentum in the music I was just listening to.

it's not even six a clock and I'm already stressed, the mixed feeling of hot anger and anxiety crawled on my skin leaving me frustrated to see the gray storm clouds fall over me.

I clicked my car fob locking my doors as I frustratedly wipe the sticky humid air off my cheeks.

Normally I would only come to the dance studio on scheduled practice days like mondays and fridays, but with today's events I needed to clear my head.

Dancing was my outlet, my freedom. And the stress of everything had needed to be released.

Constant back and forth with my parents about my life had become a tiring everyday argument, whenever the topic came out it felt like I was an inmate in prison and they were my wardens.

I unlocked the heavy back doors to the dance studio pushing them open hearing slight chatter as my eyes looked up to land on my dance instructor and mentor "Cheior" who went by "mama cheiy".

she stood next to two men wearing suits causing me to freeze in place.

One moderately tall Indian man had on a clean crisp deep blue suit, while the other short and stubby Caucasian man wore a tight knitted suit that looked two times too small on him, i watched as he looked at me as if I was trespassing as I walked to mama cheiy's side.

As he analyzed me a u gave him a short mug letting my attitude blow off the pint up anger in me that was no longer tolerating anything negative.

"Amena, mama cheiy said with a stern tone "you the perfect person for this, here are some men I want you to met".

"Geoffrey, Brent this is one of my best dancers Amena Brovonti" she said with a proud smile as the men stuck their hands out for me to shake.

"Nice to met you" they said shortly as I shook their hands in return, Geoffrey wore a uninviting look on his face that showed he had no interest in what I had to offer, While Brent's showed me a genuine smile.

"mama cheiy I didn't mean to interrupt what you had going on, I just came to clear my mind-"

"oh nonsense, she interrupted, you came at the right moment, these men here are looking for background dancers to go on tour with a very popular r&b artist", she spoke excitedly clasping her hands together.

"background dancers for who ?!" I mugged my face out of confusion before I hearing the sound of a the bathroom toilet flushing then seeing the door open up.

"Aye yall out of paper towels" he said shaking his hands dry before wiping them on his black essentials sweat pants.

"Is that Chris Brown ?!, I thought out loud as my mouth dropped opened. He laughed at my reaction before stepping closer and sticking out his hand for me to shake.

He stood tall towering over me as I watched his eyes drink me in as he slightly bit his bottom lip with no shame.

he wore his hair in two black braids to the front with a fade on the sides, wearing a charcoal black essentials sweat suit and black & white jordan retro 14's.

I looked down at his hand hesitant to take it before clasping our hands together, his muscular hand give me a gentle but firm grip, as he slowed rubbed circles into my knuckles.