Dancaholic

14. Movie Fever - Part One

This chapter is dedicated to elise1016 because I believe she is the person who gave me the hundredth vote on this story! Thank you so much, I really am greatful for it! =D

Hope you all enjoy this chapter and feel free to comment (and vote hehe). I'd love to hear what you all think of it!

Anyway, on with the chapter! It was like two pages in Word but it's shorter on here :/ Grrr. Oh well. Enjoy!

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I twirl and leap at the last strokes of the music, getting lost in the piano solo. I dance from one side of the dance floor to the other with ease. The choreography comes naturally to me. I haven’t even planned it out. I just came to the studio and began dancing. As the last strokes of music begin dying down, I do one final pirouette before finishing in fourth position.

I let out a satisfied sigh before I walk over to the stereo and take out the CD. After putting it back into its rightful position, I walk over and pick up my pink duffel bag and proceed to walk out the studio, locking the door on the way out.

The cool, evening air slaps bitterly against my lukewarm skin. I walk briskly towards my shiny pink Toyota Corolla, eager to let my car engulf me in a pool of warmth. I reach my car and in one swift movement, I unlock it and slide inside. As I thought, there's some warmth left from the sun's rays that the car has been trapped inside.

Aaahhh

Perfect. Not too hot but not too cold. Just the way I like it. I insert my keys into the ignition and just when I begin to turn them, I hear music.

What a shame we all became such fragile, broken things.
A memory remains just a tiny spark.
I give it all my oxygen,
To let the flames begin
To let the flames begin.

Oh, glory.
Oh, glory.
This is how we'll dance when,
When they try to take us down.
This is what will be oh glory.

Hmm that sounds familiar. Oh, of course, I think to myself while slapping my hand against my forehead. It's my cell ringtone. I reach over to my duffel bag that I'd slung on the passenger seat. I glide the zip open and, using my hand, I find my pink Samsung B3410.

"Hello?" I say more like a question than a greeting.

"Ambs, where are you?" An all-too familiar voice chirps back.

"In the parking lot by Tempo Dance Studio," I reply.

"Oh, good. Sweetie, do you mind going to the supermarket and picking up a few items?"

"Sure, mum. What do you need?" I say, reaching back into my duffel bag yet again and pulling out a Smiggle pad and multicolour pen.

"Two bottles of coke, three bags of chippies; one chicken, one ready salted and one salt and vinegar..." Mum begins reciting.

I choose the pink pen (naturally) and begin writing it down.

"Two blocks of Cadbury chocolate; one Dairy Milk and one Crunchie. Two blocks of Nestlé chocolate; one Milky Way and one Old Gold. Three bags of lollies; a bag of wine gums, a bag of party mix and a bag of sour coke bottles or any other sour lollies you can find."

"Blimey, that enough sweets?" I joke.

"A chocolate or lemon cake. Actually, get one of each if you can. Why not," She continues, ignoring my comment.

I guess not.

"Gosh, mum. It sounds like you're feeding an army," I chuckle.

"Of course not, sweetie. Having a few girlfriends coming around for a movie night."

I roll my eyes. "Don't call your friends 'girlfriends'. People could get the wrong impression."

"It's the twenty-first century," she states.

"Exactly."

"So who cares what people think?" She questions.

I can practically hear her shrug.

"Is that all you need?" I ask, not wanting to go into that conversation.

We've had it before and trust me; I don't want to have it again. Things got a little... Messy. She ended up accusing me of not respecting her and I ended up accusing her of trying to be younger than she is and how lame that is yada yada. You get the gist... I hope.

"Um... Oh, could also do with some golden syrup, sugar and baking soda."

"Don't we have sugar and baking soda?"

"No, I made a chocolate chip slice and used them up."

"Oh, right. Are they necessary, like can't you get them another day? I'm not sure how much money I've got on me."

"No, I need them today."

"What for?" I ask, curious.

"I'm making hokey pokey!" She practically cheers. "Oh, and don't you have your Eftpos card?"

"Lemme check," I say, while reaching over and rummaging through my duffel bag once again. This time, I pull out my pink wallet (it matches my bag and phone!) and look inside. Sure enough, my Eftpos card is sticking out the front pocket. "Yup, I've got it."

"Great. Well I added some more money into it this morning so you'll have enough.”

"Okey dokey. Thanks," I say, slipping my wallet back into my bag.

"Oh, need one more thing. A bag of chocolate raisons."

"Wait a darn minute. Aren't you and your friends all health whizzes? I mean, you've always told me to 'eat my greens' etc."

"Raisons are healthy."

"Yes, they are. But not when they're covered in chocolate," I point out.

"Sweetie, we can all do with having some fun now and then which includes being a bit pig-ish by binging out on crap food."

"Mmm, touché," I agree. "Need anything else?"

"No, thanks, sweetie. That will do. Don't want to buy out the whole supermarket," She giggles.

Yes. My mother actually just giggled. What is this world coming to? Ha ha, oh well. It means that she must be happy, which is always a good thing.

"Yeah, we wouldn't want that," I agree.

"Thanks for doing this, it saves me a trip."

"No problem. Anytime," I say, genuinely meaning it.

I hear mum blow me a kiss. "Thanks, sweetie. That's a good girl. See you soon."

"Yup, see you in a few."

The line with dead. I put my cell back into my duffel bag, along with the pad and pen. I start the ignition and reverse out the parking. I make a right turn at the car park's exit.

Shopping time.