Unforseen Passion

08-The Arousing Affection

"One. . . two. , one. . . two. . , then front, and right, a twist. . . . .  Enough, you guys should stop right there,"

Sam ordered her team solemnly.

"Stop the music," she yelled.

She's getting weary already and the fact that her clique are yet to master the dance steps makes her stomach churn. Will they ever be able to do this, it's becoming so nerve-wracking, she thought.

"Tessa you come forward," she gestured to Tessa who is at the back because of her height.

Tessa might have been as tall as Sam if not for the exceptional long legs she's got, and that means she'll need to try a bit more to share the same height as Sam.

Sam's dance crew are made up of friends, colleagues, and teenagers that she might have just met on the street side, and some who are perpetual to night clubbing like her.

The idea occurred to her when she went for the first auditioning through a model agent and in the end she was disqualified because she refuse to let him have his way with her.

She was so devastated 'cause of the disappointment but that never instigated her to do the wrong thing. Manners first, she'd told herself. And self-esteem. And she'd always maintain those rules as her discipline, wherever and always.

Just like her, she'd set the worries aside and she had thought it was an opportunity to look into some other things. It was at the night club one day that some dancers came for a show with a famous artist, and it intrigued her a lot.

Her dancing is not bad at all, all she needed was other people to join and she can have a team, she'd thought.

She gave it a shot of course, and here she is with them after so many records of victory that have earned them a lot of money. Even though she had never dim it fit to tell anyone, except Emma of course.

Was it something of shame? She'd wondered on the day her father called her with his rage almost vibrating out of the phone. He was extremely furious and he had passed his anger on her through the phone.

Amidst the difficulties and wavering pattern of their father-daughter relationship, quarreling about her choice of career was the least to be included.

But who was she kidding, she knew her dad better than to think he was going to let it go easily. He wouldn't, and she too, never give up.

He'd yelled into her ear holes, practically comparing her to some street side slut. But that's if she actually cared. To her, every steps should be taken in a way that you wish it to be, not the direction to which the wind directs you to.

She never hold up against any circumstances. She wants what she wants, and she go for it.

Williams might have so wished for her to become a lawyer, maybe the best at the time, heads up with that black coat and white inner shirt with the short wig, defending cases and maybe on the winning side. Grabbing awards here and there. Might later become a judge if it was so successful.

The thought of that alone made her giggle, what could've made him thought of that. That she might consider that? Her father should know her better, maybe he was just pulling a front and thinking she might put it into consideration.

But she didn't, she just don't vibe with books and she'd long given up on that.

"Honestly speaking, I'm not impressed with this slow grasp. It's freaking me out I must say. The competition is Friday, I mean four days to this time. What are you guys thinking?"

She paused for breath as the effect of her extreme anger. Her team just looked down eerily with the whole of them mirroring the same expression.

"It's the chivita dance competition, just come to think of it, if we're to win this and we sign a lifetime deal with the chivita company with our dance always displayed on their adverts and shows. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and we really have to give it our best," she concluded.