Dazed

Chapter 7

Ms. Winter stands on the corner of the stage watching as Mercy and Katrina perform the routine while standing in front of Larry and Laurent. Larry was watching Katrina with a concentration that could bend metal, while Laurent wasn't paying the same attention to Mercy as she moved gracefully in front of him. He was being distracted by something... well someone.

I sat in the first row of seats, so following his gaze wasn't difficult. He was looking at Ms. Winter every so often, watching her in a way that made me slightly uncomfortable. He was not making his looking subtle, and neither was she. Every time she'd start the music she would drop the remote on the floor behind her just to bend all the way over to pick it up less than a minute later. She was acting up more than any of the females in this theatre!

I switch my attention to her, checking out what makes her so interesting for him to look at. She wore a pair of black leggings with a black leotard stretching across her body like a second skin. She wasn't more than 5 feet tall, but her flurry of brown, kinky hair gave her at least 10 inches more on top. Her hair is pulled up into a tight pineapple, with her edges laid skillfully along her forehead. I reach up and fiddle with the puff on my head.

 I can not lay my 4C edges for shit.

I'd always loved her hair texture, wide nose, and full lips; she was gorgeous to say the least. Her body was shaped up like a pear, with her sports bra holding her breasts close to her chest while the leggings she was wearing failed to contain the hips and thighs she has.

She's got the body of a grown woman who's taken care of herself through many years of training. It's not often you see a thick ballerina like Ms. Winter either. I nod to myself no longer mad about how he was looking at her and understanding his reasoning. Danielle Winter's mother and father had done an exquisite job with their daughter. If I was a dude she'd be the only thing I'd be looking at too.

I stand up from my seat and walk the steps up to the stage. Laurent turns his head to look at me and smiles. Ms. Winter had just stopped the music again, and she looks toward me with a questioning stare. I know she isn't satisfied with how the routine looks, and I turn to everyone else on the stage.

"I need you two to reaaallyyy start feeling the movement or it isn't going to look right," I say to Katrina and Mercy, avoiding Laurent and Larry's gazes.

"You know what works better than talking? Showing. Let's show them exactly what you want again. Go sit down Mercy and Katrina," Ms. Winter instructs.

Katrina huffs quietly and walks off the stage, plopping down with a slight attitude. Mercy follows her and sits down, looking back towards us with patience in her expression.

Ms. Winter walks up to Laurent and hands him the remote. "You can work the music. Try to keep up," She says slyly, smirking at him. He grins mischievously, as he rests his other hand on her side. I can see him leaning down to whisper something in her ear, but I'm not close enough to hear what he says. Whatever it is causes her to giggle quietly.

I walk to Larry, observing him as I get closer. He wears a loose black t-shirt splattered with what looks like red paint, and the black pants he has on are tight yet loose fitting because of his sagging. A necklace with thick, black beads dangles from his neck. The cornrows in his head were covered by the black SnapBack he wore.

The fact that the lord would put two men on this earth who were this fine and looked exactly the same should be nothing short of a sin. I give Larry a tight smile as I stand in front of him and turn around to face upstage. I can feel his eyes on the exposed small of my back as he rests his hand on my hip, making my stomach tighten unexpectedly. I look at his hand, and his manicured fingers look huge resting on my side. I give him my other hand as the music begins.