Maysilee never had the happiest recollection from her youth, but from falling hopelessly in love with a Danish boy to gathering the pieces of her crushed heart and moving on with the son this love left her, everything was still painfully clear in he...
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Rosie claps twice into the air. I stop, catching my breath, wiping the sweat off my brow. The heaviness of my movements still vibrating in my bones and on my skin.
"My darlings, my darlings. I have an important compromise this morning so I'll let you out earlier. But don't you dare get too excited about it, tomorrow I'll make you wish you had worked today."
The girls and boys in the room cheer and sigh exaggeratedly. I turn to Alonzo with a smile, his hands are resting on his back and his broad chest moving up and down. This training was an agitated one for both of us.
"Did you hear the same as I?" I ask, googling at him.
He brushes his dark curls back - it makes a nice contrast with his latte colored skin. "Sounds too good to be true."
We change into warm clothes, and before we leave to go home, we decide to walk down to the park five minutes away from the academy. We sit by the picnic table under the pale light of the sun. I only called pale for its inefficiency of heating up anything at all down here.
"We should celebrate with currywurst! With a lot of sau-" I say poking his arm.
"We can't," he stops me.
"Why not?"
"The Nutcracker, Maysilee! I know Rosie is lingering on the mystery of who she's gonna choose, but you know it's gonna be us."
"You're so modest, Ignez."
"My specialty!"
"All that just to stop me from eating fries?"
"No. You can eat all you want. Just not now. Rosie is strict about maintaining our weight balanced. I, myself, had to stop drinking and buying frozen food."
I put my palm to my chest. "Oh my God, such sacrifice!"
"It's hard to keep this corpo, ragazza." He says, his hands gesturing down his body.
"What corpo?" I laugh out.
He gets up in a swift and standing in front of me lifts his shirt showing me his abdomen, doing a little dance. I look away laughing. Yes, the body of a male ballet dancer is nothing short of a greek god - and people still dare to not consider our dance a type of sport - but the attraction I feel for Alonzo is no different from what I would feel for a handsome man on tv. I still remember when we met as teenagers and he still had that skinny body of a young dancer, that is the spirit I picture inside the well-built body.
"If you want a private dance you can have it. But I'll have to charge."
I hold my hand up to my face, still laughing. "No, thanks I couldn't pay."
"I'm sure you could."
He holds my hand away and leans his face closer. I can feel the heat in my cheeks. I guess I didn't mind Alonzo giving me a kiss, cause I was used to seeing him doing with other girls in parties and clubs, like a sport. The truth is that Alonzo loves women and is a real Don Juan. With him not too far from my face, I hear a single leaf being stepped on. In a swift, I turn to look making him lay a kiss on my cheek.
