Bab I : Dead

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'Sachi, are you free this Saturday?' Alan one of the choreographer that I often meet at the gym ask, well duh how come it still not over yet, I am tired, he is the third one this week.

'Sorry, have a schedule at that day. ' A simple way to reject. Not like I care, beside I do know the reason they are so clingy this past day.

'Dance Festival' one of the biggest festival for us dancer just end last week, and I am the winner, not less from a genius like me.

What, you think I am narcissistic ? That's not babe, it's just how much I am worth.

I have love dance since as long as I can remember, maybe four or five. Can't remember it, the only thing I remember is that I see this awesome dance street performance with my parents, and I fall in love directly with dance.

After that day I always whining and throw a trantum so my parents will let me see the dance again, even to the cost of wanting a dance lesson.

But, you see I am not from a wealthy family, so it is so hard to get a dance lesson because of the tuition is expensive and that isn't something my parents could afford, that's why I just imitating everything from those street dancer, from the TV, I mean everything.

Ballet, street dance, hip hop, everything that my eyes can see, I imitate them, change them, imagining it as a dance only for me.

It was a torture, I fall, got injured, humilitated, but I always get back up again, and the result is what I am now.

I am genius not because I really am since birth, it just something I try to acquire with hard work.

So I am not a narcissistic, only proud of what I got with my own hard work.

You ask why they try to cling to me this past week? It's because the winner of that festival got a chance to have a contract with one of the big shot in dance circle.

I mean who don't want to work with AJ Company? Every famous dancer come from that company, and they want a chance to borrow the ship a.k.a Me to climb the big tree.

Beside I am not really lying about the plan in Saturday, I indeed have one.

Saturday come so soon, and here I am at my parents grave.

It's already been three years since they leave me, it's so sudden. I can't even get a grip of myself at that time. Almost giving up my career as a dancer, that's the biggest hurdle I ever have.

I mean they are perfectly fine and kicking, so I can't imagine they just leave me like that.

They got involved in a car accident while trying to catch up to my dance competition.

I am breaking apart hearing the news, I don't even now what I do at that time, it's feel like I don't have any control of my body, like a puppet.

And sadly yet I am still able to dance till the end, even got the trophy for winning the competition.

After that, I feel like a mess, just crying, throwing up, can't even take care of my daily basis, I live just like a dying person, got into hospitals, and almost touching drug for relief.

It take me almost a year to get back like now. Go to psychiatrist everything to make me better.

I know I am too childish, but they are still my parents, the most important person in may life, they are the one who supports me for everything I am now.

So losing them is terrible, even now. I can't fill the hole in my heart, resulting in my facial paralysis now.

Yes I always wore expresionless face. Unless I am dancing do I can show some emotion, other than that nope.

It always feel heavy everytime I got back from my parents grave. I want to goes back home soon, soak myself in relaxing bath, and just sleep.

That was what I supposed to do, but why do this happen. Being stab by a man who I don't even know, and left behind like that in this lonely gang.

Sigh maybe it's already my fate.

[Found most suitable soul. Prepare to binding]

Huh.. What is that sound?

[Binding process 5%...... 25%..... 98%...... Binding succes]

Oh no am I hallucinating again. I am getting more and more drowsy,,,, crap!

I am not really proficience in English, so if you will please leave some Critic or suggestion if there is a wrong grammar.

Best regards.

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