Love has a rule. There is only a certain amount of hearts one can carry in their own hands without causing any damage to any of them. And that number is one.
When Lara Dias meets her idol, little did she know that when she went home that day, she al...
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Lara's POV:
Today when I woke up, I couldn't have been happier to remember that I had booked the local gym's dance studio, because my body ached to practice. It was like jitters ran all over me, trying to make me move, and only dancing would I manage to get rid of them. So I did.
I entered the studio, and after putting on "Real Friends" by Camila Cabello in the stereo that there could be found in the room (I was obsessed with that song right now, it is so good) and warming up, I started to improvise some choreography along to the sound of the song. Soon, I found myself creating a solo for that song.
My style of dancing had changed a lot since the Billy Elliot days. Ballet still was the roots of my dancing, I still had pointes which I used once in while when I craved to practice the classical ballet. But as I grew up and came in touch with other styles, I found myself with my own style: contemporary, but with jazz highly incorporated into it, as well as many acro moves. If I had two favourite dance related things to put in my dances, it would be to do turns until I couldn't manage anymore, and to put in some tumbling. It just gave dance so much... energy, so much live.
It made me feel completely alive.
The song is playing on repeat while I try to piece together a nice solo. As I spin and turn and do my acrobatics, I find my mind wandering away. It was like my mind could split itself in two while I danced: half focused completely on where my feet were going, while the other half wandered deep into my thoughts, and many times deep into my memories and past.
Today I find myself thinking of the Billy Elliot days, and how I started to learn acro. It wasn't because of the teachers, if that is what you were supposing. I mean, they were the reason, but very partially. Majorly what made me learn was my interest and my determination.
You see, some weeks into the trainings I found out that my part as Debbie, even though I loved it, didn't require THAT much of advanced dance. The real difficult parts and insane stuff was taught to Tom, and all the other Billys in training that there were. I didn't know exactly what these "difficult and insane" moves that Tom talked to me so much about really were, but that was only until one rainy afternoon, where I got stuck at the studio.
That afternoon my rehearsal was over, but my mum still wasn't at the entrance as she usually was. Instead I found out from the receptionist that she had called warning that she would take a while, because apparently the streets that day were completely on halt. The rain had made the traffic impossible, and after twenty minutes of waiting for my mother and nothing, my impatient nine year old self found her way to the boys' studio, where hopefully Tom still was waiting too.
The first thing that I see when I enter is Tom landing on his back on a mattress with a loud thud, and then he grunting out loud.
"Keep your arms pushed straight Tom, then turn to the other side while you are in the air," The instructor advised him. And then the man started a little sprint, and flew, before landing on his two feet on the mattress. I mean, he didn't actually fly, but for my nine year old self he had. I remember how mind blown and awestruck I had been after that, and how strongly I thought "I want to learn that. And I will."
