Dance and Drama

Chapter 4

Sine... Cosine... Tangent... This homework was tiring me out. Then again, I did manage to finish it before I dozed off. In my dream, I was onstage with Andrea and Frida. We were getting into position before starting to dance. I look at the audience and I see Mrs. Bruins in the front seat, happily watching us. Principal Brunowski announced in his microphone "Give it up for a dazzling performance by these young ladies, Frida McGee, Andrea Chesterfield and..." when my name was said, it wasn't in his normal voice, but it was screamed in my little brother's voice. "NORAAAAA!!!!!!" I shot right up wide awake to hear Nicky, my brother, yelling out my name knowing that he's home. Mom just got home too. I turn around and there was Nicky. I expected him to tackle me and I would end up banging my head or neck on my desk and nearly kill myself, but he just simply bear hugged me. He instantly pulled back, winced in pain and held his arm. "Mommy said I wouldn't get any shots at the doctor..." He whined. "But the mean doctor gave me three anyway..." Mom stepped in my room. "Hi, honey." She greeted. "I had to tell your brother there were no shots, otherwise I'd had to drag him out of the car in front of the doctor's office." Nicky's face turned red and he started crying. Mom took him to his room and shortly returned. "Your father told me you came home early because there was an emergency at school." I replied. "Yeah. My teacher collapsed and she's now in the hospital." "Oh dear..." Mom said with concern. "I hope she recovers. Anyway, I'll help Dad prepare dinner and I'll call you when it's ready." And she walked downstairs. We had Mom's lasagna for dinner. Nicky was still whining at the table about his shots. "Nicky, if you are going to keep complaining about your shots from the doctor, you won't be going to Pirate Peter's Pizza Place in the next two months." That shut him right up. "Mom, Dad, my school's hosting a Talent show and I'm performing a dance choreography with Andrea and Frida." I said. "Well I wish you three the best of luck, honey." Mom said with a smile. Dad chimed in. "You've shown your dance skills since you learned to walk." "Daaaad!" I groaned in embarrassment. Well he's right. Dancing is pretty much my life. When I was learning how to walk, Dad was cheering me on. "Come on, Nora. Come to daddy!" He said. He started chanting my name and clapping his hands. When he was chanting, his clapping was perfectly in sync. I took a few steps, I was so excited, I just gave in to the rhythm of Dad's clapping hands and chanting. I started dancing wildly. My dad was laughing and cheering and my mom rushed in the room to see for herself. Little did I know that dancing will become my lifelong hobby/talent. Later in the years, I took Dance classes from Kindergarten to Sixth Grade. Ballet, Tap, Jazz, and even Hip Hop dancing. My teachers said I was a natural. Heck, when I was nine years old, I was performing a ballet dance at my aunt Helen's Wedding Reception. Haha. After dinner, I returned to my room, grabbed my phone and texted Frida.
"Hey, Frida. What song should we dance to in the Talent Show?"
It wasn't long before Frida replied.
"I dunno yet. I haven't thought about any songs till you texted me. I was watching my sisters until my mom and dad got home and made dinner. I'll let you know before texting you again."
Frida is the oldest of four sisters. The second born is Francesca 'Frankie' McGee. Frankie is like a mini Frida. Always full of energy, sweet, playful and easily excited. She's eight years old, same age as Nicky. Not to mention they're best friends. Phoebe McGee is the third sister at the age of five years old. She's not as energetic as her older sisters, but she's the loudest. She has a rotten behavior and her temper is like a ticking time bomb. She can't go one day without getting angry and throwing a huge tantrum wherever she stands. Then there's little Honey McGee. This six-month-old baby is the youngest and is the most calm. She doesn't cry as much, unless she was scared, Pheobe throws a fit during her naps or she needs a diaper change. If she was hungry, she'll throw her pacifier at the nearest person and loudly babble at them incoherently.
As for Andrea, she has three siblings too, but she's the only girl and the second youngest. Her two older brothers are Terry and Tyrone are College sophomores and they are the main reason why Andrea loves playing sports and her third brother, Stephen is the youngest at twelve years old. He's in sixth grade. And then there's me the older sister of eight-year-old Nicky. I sighed as I laid on my bed. I started to think about Mrs. Bruins in the hospital. Will she recover? Or will she die? I hope she recovers. No teacher can ever replace her... It wasn't long before I was ready for bed.