The Eyelash Wish - Starring B1A4's Baro

Chapter 15

I was really grateful for being a guest at Suzy's wedding, but a part of me still didn't feel like being around Baro. Everytime I thought about him or whenever he was mentioned, I would feel just a tad more angry. It did seem stupid to disrespect him for such a misunderstanding reason, but things like this were always hard to overcome as I'm a sensitive person.

Doing something that would clear my mind and pour my feelings out seemed to be my best option; dancing. Being the grand daughter of a famous dancer from Singapore, I was expected to be one myself ever since I watched nothing but dance concerts on t.v. in my childhood. My grand mother taught me her techniques and her secrets to the art of dancing and how to dance with deep feelings.

Gongchan allowed me to use their dance studio which was hidden underground somewhere in the city. Entering the studio, I put down my sling bag and slipped out of my cardigan. I stretched and warmed my muscles out by pulling my muscles with my most awkward positions. I spotted a little stereo sitting next to the wall sized mirror that was rusty on the sides. Taking my 'Ballet Volume 5' CD out of my bag, I walked towards the studio and inserted the CD. I waited for my cue which was when the violins started. I tip-toed on my toes and swiftly glided around the room with my arms swaying around me. My face was tight and full of concentration as I mentally embraced myself to attack my bad feelings. My kicks were cued in when the loud and dramatic cellos play which were coming up. My face tensed up even more as I pulled myself in for the kicks. I imagined Baro and the scene of Jenna's car crash as my foot shot out against the air. The music became more dramatic which was where I span, kicked, jumped and hopped on my feet in a small amount of time. I furrowed my eyebrows with one hundred percent of concentration as my arms, my hair and my legs flew in every direction around the room. My feelings were starting to be set free at this point right before the ending where I pop my chest out, open my arms and lift my head.up. According to my dance instructor, this dance was based on a bird that is struggling to fly; a bird that never gave up and at the end, was able to spread its wings and finally soar the skys.

My ending pose was impressively sharp and on time, surprisingly. As the music slowly faded off I breathed in and out, catching my breath. Then from nowhere, I heard a slow clap from behind. Still catching my breath, I turned my head behind and found Baro leaning onto the frame of the door.

"That's impressive." he said in a relaxed tone. I forced a small smile and quickly walked towards the stereo to take my CD out before the next song played.

"Thanks." I softly said, hoping that he heard. I heard his footsteps getting closer and closer as I packed my things up faster.

"What's the rush?" he slowly asked as he looked down at me.

I swung my bag onto my shoulder and stood up. "I need go." I slowly replied, plastering a fake smile.

Baro raised and eyebrow as he rubbed the back of his neck. Taking my chance, I walked past him, hoping to make it out the door before any other awkwardness occurs.

"Wait." he softly demanded as he grabbed hold onto my wrist. "What's going on?"

I faced the floor as I tried my best not to look suspicious. "Nothing, why?"

"Don't lie, I can see the difference in you." he said in a more serious tone that intimidated me.

"Well-" I said, trying to escape out of his tight grip.

"It's got something to do with me, right?" he said grabbing my wrist so tight that I could see my veins popping out.

I avoided eye contact with him as my mouth hung open, trying to say something. In a matter of time he finally let go. "Great, just great; another problem served on my full plate." he coldly shouted, letting go of my suffocated hand with no caution. My other hand grabbed hold of my wrist as I looked down feeling shameful.

Baro scoffed then left for the door in no time, leaving me stranded in the studio alone. I took a minute to recall what had just happened.