Bailamos? | Mark Owen [Take That]

Chapter 03

"Morning peeps" Greta's mum greeted us when we hurried ourselves down the stairs into the kitchen to have breakfast "How did you sleep?"

 "Great I suppose!" her dad said laughing "After chit chatting until two in the morning they surely slept like babies"

 "Sorry Mr. Woods but it was all Liz's fault... she doesn't want to admit she likes the Kids" I said as Gre giggled as she poured some orange juice into our glasses.

 "Haha... Thank God I'm not her!" Gre's dad said amusingly.

 "Will you ever call us by our names?" Susie said smiling "It's almost as if we called you 'Ms. Rodriguez'" she said pronouncing my surname in a funny way which made all of us giggle.

 "It's 'Rodriguez'" I told her making special emphasis in the Spanish 'r' sound "Pronounce it as if you were doing the sound a cat makes but omit the 'p': 'RRRRR'"

 "Rodriguez" she pronounced it again (in a funny way) as everybody in the kitchen practised the Spanish 'r' sound.

 "Geez honey!" Frank told his wife "It really shows that you weren't good at Spanish lessons at school! It's 'Rodriguez'" he added doing a movement with his hand as if he were accompanying the sound of my surname.

 "Yeah... that's right" I said laughing "Don't worry Mrs. Woods, you'll get better if you practise it"

 "Oh no... I've had enough of Spanish at school... now I rather practising some Posh English!" she said smiling and stood up to take her cup to the sink.

 "Liz, you gonna talk to your dad today?" I asked my friend in a lower voice as she was concentrated in carefully spreading the jam on her toast without leaving a spot on the slice of bread without it.

 "Sure... when I get home I talk to him and as soon as I know his answer I call you" she replied and had a huge bite from her toast as I stirred my coffee.

 "Can I ask what you're planning?" Gre's dad asked and the three of us exchanged looks. Liz and Gre didn't know if I wanted them to know or not, but I was sure they would eventually know so...

 "My dad and I argued last night" I trailed off "And he kicked me out of his house"

 It's unnecessary for me to tell you that as soon as I finished that sentence Gre's parents both gasped and looked at each other. Then they looked at me with a sorry look on their face, they looked at Gre and Liz afterwards and finally they looked at me once again.

 I knew they pitied me, I was well sure of that since the day all our parents met at a barbecue at Gre's place some years before. Somehow mum had managed to keep dad sober that day, but all the same his rude manners and the way of addressing mum, Enrique or me was not the one a family man should have... Well, you know my dad already, don't you?

 "Did he hit you?" Gre's mum asked courageously.

 "No" I replied being honest cuz he hadn't hit me "He just slapped me, but I deserved it" I told them quietly and Gre's mum put her hand to her mouth "I told him he wouldn't ruin my life as my grandfather had ruined his and that I want to be a professional dancer"

 "And I assume he doesn't want you to be a dancer" Frank asked me.

 "He doesn't... but his problem has nothing to do with me being a dancer, his problem is that I want to make a living out of something I like and he couldn't do that cuz Grandpa made him work in his garage since he was fifteen"

 "But Angie..." Susie said lovingly placing her hands on mine "Perhaps your father is just worried that you cannot make it if you're a dancer and---"