In, out, in, and out. Her heart pounded in her exposed chest. She had long ago lost count of how many draining rounds they had been through the evening that appeared to never end. Glistening sweat fell down in small drops from her forehead, down to her already sweating chest. Her arms were worn out but she kept them up no matter what. Alicia could already sense the pain she'd wake up with the next day. Not being able to walk but still coming back for numerous rounds of pain. Yet that was what she aimed for. She wanted that pain. To come back even stronger than the day before. She burned for it.
She would do anything to stand on the floor. To stand with her partner, illuminated by the blinding lights but still being able to see the eyes of the judges. To move around the flooring, feeling every little beat from the music. It was as if she was high. More like her kind of high. She didn't feel pain nor tiredness. She felt rewarded, gifted and happy. The only time she felt happiness. A stupid way of feeling happy but she loved it. She needed it. She craved it.
"There is no time for daydreaming here, young lady!" And as if being splashed with cold water, Alicia's mind went back to the real world again. Her world. They positioned themselves in front of each other as they were supposed to. Isaac took her right hand, thumbs touching and palms together. She placed her other arm like a feather on Isaacs shoulder and straightened her neck out, shoulders down. And just as she leans back, turning her head to the left, the music began Right foot back, walk, walk...
"And chasse to the side! Two, three, slow, quick, quick! Alicia, toe-heal! Concentrate on your feet!" Claps and yells from their coach rung in their ears as they moved on the floor. The music clang in the practice room and those two were the only things audible. The pair flew across the floor in such elagance and sync. "A match made in heaven" would people call them on competition days and Alicia didn't complain. Both of them were complete perfectionists, nothing was ever acceptable hence the many practice evenings. They were passionate. Using hours and hours each week. Cancelling out plans with friends, family and even school trips. Alicia would do anything for dance. Quickstep was her life. But only a part. She lacked something else.
"Living life is like learning a dance. But if you only have the steps then what's the purpose of doing it."
And as the music stopped, the pair let go of each other and their hands reached for their knees. Both of them panted for air in a room which seemed to have no more. Their coached thanked them for their prestige and went out. And then it was time to go home.
Alicia put on her sweatpants and took a hoodie on top of her sweaty tank top. She let her hair down from the tight bun and massaged her scalp as she walked out of the backdoor with Isaac. Her feet were pounding and her old, stiff running shoes didn't help. And home she went, only to go to sleep and continue again the next day.
Alicia Cowells, a national famous quickstep dancer. Not only known by her unbelievable dance skills but her beauty too. Clips of her going viral for each competition she wins. Edits going around on social medias. Pictures being posted. And she looks stunning in every single of them. She seems to be having the perfect life, perfect dance partner and perfect opportunities. But little Alicia is stubborn and wants everything to be just how she has it planned. Living in a bubble everyday, she never encounters new things or people. She knows she has to break the endless cycle but doesn't have the courage? No. The will? No. She needs something completely different. But clueless Alicia has no idea how and her willpower isn't strong enough to make her investigate the danger of anything new.
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This is a new story i will be working on. This will be updated as i find the time to do so. Please feel free to ask questions or come with your opinions as you read my story.
Posted: February 4th 2021
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Feet in the heavens
General Fiction"A name and a sexy dress is all you need, baby." One, two, and three... Like a feather, she glides on the floor. No one can dance like her. She was born to do this. Born to compete. Born to be led by her partner on the dance floor. But not in his ey...
