My Dance Tutor (NEW)

CH 1: A Mistake

SUMMARY: Bell, a poor, nerdy, and tomboyish girl who couldn't even afford to go to school, was mistaken for a young Russian ballet prodigy...suddenly, she has a school...but a dance school? While she have zero knowledge about ballet? Thankfully, one boy saw through her secret identity and decides to tutor her.  How long exactly is Bell going to last, together will budding romance? 

( I won't mention the characters' ages, so you can imagine how old they are :D They can be 16 years old, 12 years old, 14 years old, 18 years old, or even 20...feel free! )

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The packed theater echoed with those boisterous audience's chatters and laughter, awaiting the fated red curtains to be peeled away. I swept the aisle floor half-heartedly, the clouding dust dusting my already dusty clothes.  Dust bunnies were my only pets. 

I sighed, bending to pick up a Mountain Dew can, my back aching like hell from all those previous hygienic duties. Suddenly, ear-spitting claps, music, and yells aroused, making me drop the can. I groaned as the can rolled forward expediously. It continued its rolling with me hot on its heels, stopping only when a man sitting in the end seat scooped down his hand and grabbed it.

He was middle-aged, richly dressed, and sitting in the front row...the stage was so near that if I stretched out an arm, I could touch the performers; however, the brightness of the lights were blinding, and I didn't dare look up. Instead I took the can from the man and murmured thank you. He turned his head to acknowledge, but then his face blanched and showed astonishment when he saw me.

"Amélie? Amélie! Это ты? Oh, ох боже, everyone has been finding you everywhere!" His attempt of whispering failed, and the lady sitting behind tapped his shoulder, shaking her head unapprovingly to warn upon his disrepect.

There was a vacant seat beside him, so he pulled me over.  "We'll talk later."

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I just noticed that the show was ballet, performing 'Swan Lake'. It was beautiful, almost like a dream. The pointe shoes, the white tutu, the movements...I was quite mesmerized in it that I didn't thought about the queerness of the man throughout the entire time.  But as soon as the red curtains occluded the stage again, I started frowning at him. Trust me, I would really like to have such a pretty name like Amélie, but since he didn't change my birth certificate yet, he has no right to call me anything other than Bell. Or Bella to make it sound nicer.  

"So...what's up with him? Did I look like his lost wife?" I whispered to my dust bunny Roger. 

The exit ate everyone else up, leaving us two morsels still in our chairs. The man, who I decide to call 'Russian Moustache Man', was already ranting loudly, "What brings you to this place, Amélie? Do you know what a большо́м ruckus you caused after your mysterious disappearance? Ah! I even thought you were kidnapped or killed! Amélie, where have you been?"  

His sudden halt and expectation for an answer, left me speechless. I wonder how I'll tell him that I am not his wife. 

"Uh...I am not...Amélie..."

"I see! я по́нял! You were under disguise the whole time! Why Amélie? Why Amélie? Oh why, oh why?"

I leaned over to puke. He was talking too much like a soap from soap operas. 

"Answer me, Amélie? Oh, answer me! I will give you gold!"

He gave me gold.

He gave me gold?! Yeah, 5 gold coins the size of a kiwi fruit. For my parents benefits, I'd better just satisfy him for the time being, and escape later. 

"Um...well...I went to travel!" 

"That explains your outfit! But for an year, Amélie? And you didn't travel for ballet tours! You...I don't understand." 

What the heck is he talking about? He is the only one who's ever mistook me for this Amélie person, so he must be just some crazy, kookoo cucumber, isn't it, Roger? Although it's true I like to hide my face under my cap and my hair and my hoodie and my dust...it was then when I noticed my cap fall off while I was chasing the cursed Mountain Dew, and it was lying on the floor. Hmm.

"I just needed some time off..." I attempted.

"Amélie! Do you know how the world replied to this? Yours fans went crazy! Amélie, how could you be so heartless to all those people?"

Fans? I've got fans? I must've been a very famous ballet person then.

"Well...I broke me...leg, so---"

Russian Moustache Man erupted. "Leg? Broken! That's why you hid, right?! Oh dear! Oh dear! But it is better now isn't it? So you can dance again! Such exultation, such happy news! Oh, the world would be alive again for the young prodigy!"

Dance? What if he suddenly told me to dance, and I couldn't? It's not likely he would do that, but just in case...

"No! My leg is not better yet."

"Како́й?! But you were walking just fine!"

Forgot about that.

"Walking is okay, but I can't dance just yet. Maybe a few months more?"

Russian Moustache Man waved his hand. "No, that can't be. You missed ballet for a whole year! Thank goodness you are a prodigy and is already brillianto for your age. But, Amélie, you have to keep it up!  No No No, you have to go to a ballet school again, and stop the hiding! If you don't continue your ballet, you won't be the best anymore! Just listen to the teacher's teaching if you can't dance. The tiniest tips should Amélie!"

I was pretty sure he was Amélie's agent or something like that.

"Okay?" He was so enthusiastic that I pitied him.

"YES!" He jumped up from his seat and looked at me in delight. "Amélie, I still have to question you about a lot of things, so meet me in the ST. Rivan street's Starbucks tomorrow at 9 A.M, all right? Oh Amélie, I am going to tell this to the world! Oh Amélie, I am so happy! So happy! So happy! So happy! So happy! So happy! So---"

"I can see that." I replied politely. I was actually quite calm throughout this weird short interveiw. Probably because I received the coins. So am I going to really going to Starbucks tomorrow? I pondered on it. Seeing to the fact that I might have chances to get more gold, and the fact the he was 'So happy!', I'd better go then.

"---so happy! So happy!"

Um.

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Just a short chapter to lighten stuff up! ( Don't worry my other chapters would be longer :D )  So how is it? Anything you suggest? I'd like some comments! FIrst story ever, so hope you enjoy! More exciting stuff later. There isn't a lot of background info because this is almost like a...prologue. So carry on reading. :)

NEXT ON 'MY BALLET TUTOR':

Bell has a makeover, encounters a boy, and goes to the Ellen Show! More secrets, info, and background revealed.