October 14, 2009
It's cold outside. The leaves are falling from the trees. And once again my father says 'no' to what I want. Tonight there's a party just out of town. Of course my father doesn't know anything about it. I mean if I asked the answer would be no again. Always no. No. No. No. It's a party where all the dancers go. It's about freestyle. At the beginning all the names of the attendees are written down. Then they choose 2 people each time who have to dance together. Boy, girl. Girl, girl. Boy, boy. It's all possible. Everything is possible there. And yes, there's also drinking, but I'm not going to start that. Every night my father comes home drunk and I don't want to be like that. Not like him.
It starts around 9:00 PM. That's when most people come in. I look at my cell phone: 8:30 PM. I still have half an hour. I walk to my closet and open the doors. I put on a pair of baggy sweatpants with a very tight top. I mean why wouldn't you show your body when you have the most beautiful body anyone could ever wish for.
Fifteen minutes later I climb out my window and my best friend Avery arrives in her brand new car. I get in and before I know it, it's full throttle. "How are you, girly?" she says with the biggest smile on her face. She's always so happy. But if she was sad she would cry in front of everyone. Something I can sometimes find really great, but also terribly annoying. I mean: you can't always show your emotions to everyone. Then they see your weak points. I would never show my true side. Not to anyone. Not to Avery.
"Good," I say back. She's wearing an oversized t-shirt with baggy jeans. I always wonder how she can dance in that, but she still manages.
When we arrive there are already loads of people and you can hear the music from a mile away. I start laughing, I love it. Dancing is my life. And besides Avery, it's all I have. We walk over to the people who are writing down all the names. "I'm Livia and that's my friend Avery." I say. The boy who is writing down the name nods and we walk inside. Everyone is dancing, and everywhere there are people with red plastic cups. As far as I know, that's where the alcohol is. Avery takes my hand and leads me to the back where a few of our -Avery's- friends are. I wouldn't say they can dance well, but where a party is, they are.
The first names are called out. "Joë and Kate" sounds loudly through the room. Everyone leaves the dance floor and a boy in an outfit that I would know is super rich comes jumping forward. Then a girl comes too. Not much to say about her. She seems to me to be the typical 'ballerina wanna be'. They start dancing, and to my surprise it's not bad. She dances to the rhythm of the music and he follows along. Like I said: not bad. When they are done, the following names sound through the room: "Bella and Avery". I turn to Avery and grab her by the shoulders. "You got this!" When I see Avery dance I see emotion. That is the beautiful thing about her dance.
It becomes more of a duel and after not much more than two minutes Avery is literally above her. "Avery, well done!" sounds through the room. The girl angrily cries at us as Avery runs to me. "Wow Avery!" I yell above the music. We decide to have a drink. In the meantime, new people are called onto the dance floor all the time. Avery grabs something that I must have no idea what it is and I grab a coke. I take a sip and the cold drink slides down my throat. It is so warm in here.
