My kids dance teacher

New job

                          ~Shina pov~

     "Naomi your waffles are done" 

my daughter comes bounding into the dining room, her pigtails dancing. 

"Good morning beautiful," I say placing a glass of orange juice next to her. Naomi looks up at me 

"mommy you look different"!  

"I got a new job baby, how do I look,"I say giving a twirl. Naomi giggles 

"like a princess mommy", 

"thank you, baby", I kiss her forehead, "now hurry and eat your breakfast we gotta get you to school so I can get to my new job" 

~15 minutes later 

     Namoi holds my hand as I lock the apartment door.  Thanks to her grandpa we live in an apartment building two blocks from her school that has high security.  He feels bad about his son's lack of interest in Naomi's life.  Truth be told he is her father figure.  He even helped me get a new job that pays more,  I'm going to save up and pay him back.  He always tells me not to worry about it,  but he is the biggest help in both Naomi's and my life.  Without him,  we would be living in the bad part of town and I would still be a barista for a manager who only cares about his own paycheck.  We reach Namois elementary school.  I hand her her Hello Kitty backpack and lunch box and send her in.

"I will be here at 3:00 to pick up. I love you and have a good day at school" Namoi just waves to me as she runs to catch up with her friends.  I sigh, kids grow up so fast.  I remember when she would latch onto my leg and refuses to go to school.  I walk two blocks to Jung dance co.                                                                                                                                                                                                              

The first thing I see is a slender man,  with bright orange hair dancing.  He is captivating.  He wears a white long sleeve shirt with the words LIVE on his left arm,  black drop-crotch sweats and low cut converse.  He seems so focused.  He is on his knees, the music flows through the speakers he lifts his hands,  while looking at them they shake and in a way look like a Venice fly trap.  He places his left hand on the ground,  then his right.  lifting himself up. The bass in the song increases and he punches the air to the beat.  In swift moves, he takes his left foot and brings it around his body and in front of his right foot.  This right foot does the same.  bending down he claps his hands together then reaches to the sky which translates to him covering his mouth seductively then letting the bass move through his body swiftly moving into a foot sequence.  Each move and timing to the song.  You can tell he has done this choreography before,  each move is so precise,  and he has the flow.  I watch in awe. no longer focusing on the moves but on the dancer.  He stuns you by lifting his left foot up to his ear.   Most guys aren't this flexible,  it's really shocking.  He does a kick and a flip into the choreography until finally the song stops and once again he is on his knees,  breathing heavily.  I shake off the adrenaline from his performance,  out of instinct I clap.   And the man finally realizes he is not alone...