New Revolution (step up revolution fanfic)

chapter 5

my car pulled to a stop at the intersection. I thought about what I was walking into. if this goes well, I get trust. but if it goes south, well that's another group I can add to my long list of failed family.

I parked my car of the garage parking lot. it wasn't near as crowded as it was before. it was actually pretty vacant, to be honest. a few cars parked far out, 3 scooters and a couple of bikes were all I saw.

I walked through the brisk night air. it tingled cold on my cheeks and made my hands numb to the point that I struggled to put my keys away. I had parked far down, farther than the other cars.

once I had reached the garage, I rubbed my freezing hands together furiously. for which they were grateful, by the way.

I tiptoed as lightly as I could, not wanting to cause an echo among the silent sleepers. people had stretched out in cots, sleeping bags, blankets, rugs, one even had cardboard. there were a few in each room, scattered along the walls. I guess this is were people from here come when they have no where else to go.

I walked around a little bit more till the hallways were empty. there were columns placed throughout to hold up the ceiling. huge rooms appeared every so often. I stepped into one for means of curiosity.

it was long, Windows spread throughout. illuminating it with a faint yellow light, giving a warm feeling. unlike what it really was, cold and bitter. it completely vacant, and there was no one close by. maybe it was because I was calm, maybe it was because I had just taken a huge step away from my mothers painful grip, but I took out my phone. and pressed play to a song I hadn't heard in years.

and began to dance, it wasn't much, but it was the first thing I ever choreographed. I practiced in the garage for three weeks till I showed my mom. it was after my dad left and she was drinking, which was the nicest she ever was. she didn't like my dance, to say the least. I began beaming with excitement and joy, and left with scotch in my hair and a shattered dream.

she booed and threw the scotch at me and said that dancing was foolish. there was no point or money in dancing. I should find a job that would actually be useful in life instead of doing idiotic things and probably marrying some street rat with no money. that I didn't even have talent, she would have been more lenient if there was any remote chance I could make it, but there wasnt.

when I tried to reply she simply said "I don't want to speak of this again, go to your room". that was the reason I  continued, she didn't like it.

as the last few chords if the song played in a long note, I solidified in a final pose. on my toes, with my leg out, a ballet pose. it was a hard one to do, but it made for an impressive dance. contemporary dancers need that kind of balance, which I usually don't have. im actually a very clumsy person, despite my mother.

finally the the music ended, and silence corrupted the air. I let my feet down, and cane out of the pose. feeling tireder than I had before. I grabbed my phone, sighing when I looked at the artist and song.

I stood up with my bag to leave. the room was better lit, and although it was warm, to me it was still cold. it turned towards the door, checking the time on my phone. I shuffled my feet forward before feeling them disappear from beneath me. my phone still clutched in my hands I opened my eyes. I wasn't on the ground, I was hanging above it, practically mid fall. everything was frozen. but not for long, I was pulled back up in to a upright position so fast I almost fell back down. I turned and saw, guess who?

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