The sounds of the city drowned my footsteps.
At six o'clock in the afternoon the streets were filled with people that were out of their jobs and prepared to go home, go shopping or even get their children from schools.
At this time we have to have special caution because a distraction and we could have an accident. I could see in every direction people of many nationalities. My city, Cabo San Lucas is a tourist town with beautiful beaches and tourist attractions. A beautiful place and at the same time dangerous to live in.
Breathtaking landscapes of day and nighttime smuggling. A huge contrast.
My routine at six o'clock this evening consisted in leaving the Empire Hotel and walk for 30 minutes to get to my neighborhood. But with my headphones the route was very easy to do. I heard sweet melodies in my ears and I whispered the lyrics. I could hear the same music during hours and I didn’t get annoy. I had a different music style. There are people who focus on a style only but I appreciate so many different styles. In part it was good because if I get annoyed I had a great variety of choice.
I took the headphones off from my ears because I was approaching the entrance of my neighborhood and I heard screams, loud music and children playing in the middle of the road.
My neighborhood was my life and each person was part of my family, I defend these people with my own hands! I grew up with these values and I appreciated a lot who respected this.
"Dani, Dani come join us"
I heard a group of children calling my name and I noticed that they danced to the sound of Latin music. Cris, Pamela and Joe were there showin their dancing skills. Despite having only 13 years they already had a great technique and it was really good to see them with this love to dance. I approached the group and when they saw me they opened space on the wheel that was previously formed and I took advantage of this moment and I gave a little jump to the middle of the wheel, moving my hips and dancing to the rhythm of the melody. Improvising a bit I decided to do some ballet steps and I support my foot and I turned my body once, twice and a lot of time until I lost the balance and I did a perfect Pirouette.
I heard the children approach me and they began to follow my movements and I hear them laughing and I felt happy. Completely happy.
"Danielle Rose Martínez stop this bullshit and come home. y que no se demore chica (and don't take too long)."
I sighed and and I went toward my mother. She was already waiting for me and tapping her foot nervously and with an upset expression on her face. She had this hatred against dance that I couldn't understand.
My parents were opposites and while my mother hated dance my father had a dance talent and ever since I was little he taught me and my brothers to dance but only when my mother couldn't see us. Me and my mother since my teen years we had a lot of discussions on this topic and after everything calms down my father asked me to understand it, to take it easy with her. But I couldn’t!
"I told you Danielle that dance does not bring you any kind of future, dancing just brings problems to your life. Mi hija please I beg you to listen to me "
I nodded and said nothing.
Nothing was going to change my opinion about the dance.
Hi guys! I hope you enjoy my new story! Please I would like to know your opinion <3 so, where are you from? I'm from Portugal
Lots of love xxx
Lu <3
