Make Me

Chapter 2

Two weeks have passed and Camila settled back into her normal routine. University was tough, that's no secret. However, she had to work extra hard for the past few weeks with her finals just around the corner. She was majoring in Foreign Languages and Literature. She was always fascinated by different cultures, and being of a Cuban background herself, she deemed it appropriate to choose the mentioned course. She enjoyed studying languages, new words and phrases that might not occur in the English dictionary never failed to impress her. Languages weren't her only passion though, there was something else. Dancing. Although she never considered herself a professional dancer, she enjoyed doing it, and thought that that is all that matters. As long as you love and enjoy what you're doing, you can't be doing it wrong. For that exact reason, she decided to take up dance as well. She has her classes every Friday, from morning until late afternoon, thus it didn't intervene with her studies much.

She was making her way down to the dance studio, her hair up in a messy bun, wearing loose-fitting grey pants and a white tank top. She always chose to go for the casual wear, since she felt much more comfortable moving around in clothes that weren't sticking to her skin. Her navy blue sneakers always seemed appropriate for Hip-Hop, therefore they were always her first choice.

Camila stopped a couple of feet away from the dance studio to take in her surroundings. She noticed the clear blue sky where the sun slowly warmed the air, all while drying the morning dew. She smiled as she saw little kids chasing one another in a park just across the road. The air was thick with the smell of lilacs and freshly cut grass, and for the first time in weeks, Camila felt completely relaxed. She was looking forward to letting her remaining stress go during practice today, and so she entered the studio.

She was almost the last one to arrive, and her instructor told her and the rest of the class to gather around her because she had something important to share with them.

"I hope you're all having a great morning, but in case you aren't, don't worry, you will be in about ten minutes." said the woman, clapping her hands together to demonstrate her excitement. After she took a breather, she continued. "We have visitors coming in from Fordham University!"

"THE Fordham University? You mean, the it's-impossible-to-get-in-here-unless-you're-the-best-of-the-best Fordham?" - asked a brunette boy from the back of the studio.

"Yes, exactly from there. Three young women will perform for us today, and I had the chance to watch a few of their professional choreographies online, and although they are the same age as you, you have a lot to learn from them."

Camila was flooded by feelings of shock, anxiety, but most importantly, excitement. She was looking forward to learning new moves from students that were definitely more experienced than she was.

About 10 more minutes passed with her and the rest of the class making small talk, talking about the pressures of Uni and discussing their plans for the weekend, when finally, there was a knock on the door. The teacher almost jumped up from her seat, and hurriedly made her way to the door, not wanting to make her special visitors wait. She swung the door open, and grinned from ear to ear as she spotted the three young woman standing by the entrance. Camila had her back to the door, as she was trying to fish her water bottle out of her backpack. While she still struggled to get hold of the desired object, her teacher started to speak again, her tone much more collected this time, as she tried to make a good first impression.

"Class, please welcome these three incredibly talented young women from Fordham University. Ladies, please tell us your names and a few things about yourself."

"Hi everyone, my name is Normani, I study at Fordham as you all know, and I'm Beyoncé's long lost daughter." She said, obviously trying to break the ice, and almost everyone in the class started to giggling. Camila would've laughed too, if she wasn't occupied with unpacking her whole backpack, in hopes that she didn't leave her water bottle home.