Words on Memories

Chapter 4

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'I texted you thirty five times! Mind that! Thirty five!! Where were you anyway??' Alana was screaming at me.

Wait, no. That was an understatement. She was howling so loud on the locker corridor that even my biology teacher looked at her exasperatedly over his glasses.

I slammed my locker door and turned back.

'Al, I'm sorry. I was so tired last night. I fell asleep.' I said as we walked down the hallway to our class.

Alana rolled her eyes.

'Anyway, did you at least read what I sent you?'

I smiled embarrassingly as I took out my phone from my pocket.

'You're impossible!' Alana said furiously, snatching my phone from my fingers.

'Look!' she turned me so that we both faced the posters stuck on the wall. The posters covered the wall every meter and it rang with the new dance competition which the whole school was buzzing about. My heart sank in when I saw that; I was desperately trying to forget about my passion and I just couldn't.

Why Alana? I was trying to ignore the damn poster.

'Al, you know I can't.'

'Why not?' Alana screamed.

'You know mom. And you know studies. And I don't even think I am good enough for the auditions.' I spoke quietly, trying to reason with Alana.

Which is, next to impossible.

'Don't be stupid! Ash! Pull yourself together!! I don't care about anything. You are going for the auditions and that's final.' Alana snapped.

I nodded and decided to reason with Alana's mind later.

As usual, once I reached my apartment, I headed straight for the elevators. That's when I heard soft music nearby.

Without even realizing, I was drifting off in the direction where the music came from. I walked down the empty lobby until I found a room with the door open. The room was large, spacious, had wooden flooring and had a mirror at the end. Now how come I never saw that?

The contemporary music was getting higher, intoxicating me. I just love the music when it's slow and has that slow beat which can drift you to places no car can take you. I loved contemporary; both dance and music. I entered the room with hesitation and found no one there. Something made me drop my bag from my shoulder. I walked towards the speakers. Memories flowed into me.

The time dad and I slow danced, laughing entirely throughout the song as he taught me classic waltz. I kept stamping on his foot, but eventually got hold of it.

I missed the slow flow of my body dancing. I missed dancing terribly. I my reflection on the mirror. I slowly took off my jacket, revealing my black tank top.

Then I did it. I danced. I danced my way through the room. I did it the way my life went. With highs and lows. With beats and bass. With steps and stunts. That moment, I didn't care where I was. All that mattered was just letting all my feelings go, the way I never did. I didn't know what I was doing until then; all I knew was that I was making myself feel better. When the music finally stopped, I stopped. Then, I just stood there; consuming it all within.

'You know, maybe the next time you dance, you should probably do it in front of some professionals cause you are something.'

I turned, startled. I didn't see him there.