My Dance Partner

Prologue

I don't know exactly what I am, but I know what I want to be... 

His hands were cold around my waist, while we were finishing our Pas de Deux session with the closing movement, the Fish Dive. He didn't even want to look at me! Sir Bernard had made himself clear by pointing out that there must be strong and passionate eye contact between the dancing couple. But Samuel couldn't show any emotion and it was because of me! The final notes of the music came in and he finally took a quick glance of me. I could see in his eyes that he felt embarrassed and it was obvious that he wasn't feeling convenient around me. 

"I told you both I need eye contact! This was the only thing that was lacking! Your dancing is unbelievably amazing and concise, but when there's no passion it is a total zéro!", Sir Bernard yelled with his french accent echoing around the room. I could feel my feet hurt from my pointe shoes and I couldn't wait to take them off. I was sure I was bleeding. But I didn't care, I felt guilty and that was how justice was punishing me. 

After Sir Bernard had finished talking, Samuel quickly left the room, leaving me behind just as if I wasn't there. I started running towards him, even if my feet hurt, trying to reach him. I wanted to apologise, whether he would accept my apology or not. I was running past dozens of students, others dressed normally, others dressed in their ballet suit. Everyone was staring at me like I was a complete weirdo, but I didn't care. I saw him getting out of the building at the backyard of the Academy. Why didn't he go to the men's changing rooms? I reached the big glass door and got out. He was standing alone on a wall staring at the horizon, smoking. Since when did he start smoking?

"I didn't know you were...", I said to him pointing at the cigarette he was holding between his index and his middle finger. He caught a quick glimpse of me, saying nothing, and turned his gaze back on the horizon. The backyard had a breathtaking view on the sea, as it wasn't on the ground floor, but on the third (the building had five floors in total). He had told me he was in love with the view of the setting sun. 

"I'm glad you didn't!", he replied after a while with an abrupt tone at his voice. He was totally right. I had acted like a bitch when I told that he was bisexual in public. It had happened by accident, but it shouldn't have happened whatsoever. I approached him so that our arms were touching each other.  I felt so small next to him. I took a deep breath, breathing the smoke he was producing, which I felt was kinda sexy, and opened my mouth to speak.

"Look, about that... I'm really sorry! This shouldn't have happened I know and I feel very ashamed and embarrassed and I sware that If I could go back in time, I would have changed everything and...", my voice started trembling, whilst a tear rolled down my cheek. I looked up at him to see if he was listening. Only by looking at his eyes, I could sense that he was accepting my apology. A sympathetic smile was formed on his lips.

"What? Now you forgive me?", I asked and his smile got bigger as his teeth appeared.

"Yes, don't worry! But next time, hold yourself, ok?" I laughed while punching him softly on the shoulder. A few moments of silence passed, as he turned his gaze back on the horizon.

"I don't know exactly what I am, Nancy, but I know what I want to be...", he suddenly said, haven't taken his eyes away of the view. I was taken by surprise.   

"And what do you want to be?", I asked whispering and looking up at him.

"Normal"

This is an upcoming part, but I wanted to use it as a prologue just to give you an idea of what you'll be expecting. Hope you'll enjoy "My Dance Partner" xx