Dance Down - Mel Afoa
( This is a full story, to be continued in later blogs )
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I watched as the man lifted up his daughter, swinging her around in circles. The beautiful little girl giggled as her father swung her through the air , the sunlight's rays dabbling her skin with a golden rose colour. The man laughed, put his daughter down, and chased after her, the two weaving their ways through the small, picturesque park .
I looked on in silence, fiddling with the wollen, black scarf that hung round my neck. Lucky girl , i thought miserably , pulling my big hoodie up to cover my sullen features. Her father actually notices her . The man now held the little girl in his arms, tickling her fiercely.
I sighed softly and stood up, my long borwn hair waving softly in the winds breeze, green eyes glancing swiftly at the pair.
Why was life everything but happy for me ? , i pondered as i made my way towards a small, wooden bridge located in the middle of the forest park.
After father passed away two months ago, my life went from heaven to hell. My older brother Jackson went to jail for gang robbery and my older sister divorced her husband, losing everything in the fight. Being the youngest, i had to stay with my step - mother, who , after father died, married my father's best friend. I was forced to work at the nearest fast-food shop , supporting both the house and the step- mother. Bills came crashing down, friends moved away, and my school marks went from straight A to depressing.
Life was always going upside down , but this time, it chose to stay down. I had no chocie but to give up my education and my social life to survive. Since i was little, father took me to ballet dance lessons. Throughout my childhood years, i studied ballet and ballroom. After dad passed, i gave up dancing, my once first future career in dancing now perished with him.
Though I walked across the bridge, touching it's hard, woody handles, my feet slowly moving across the woody feeling of the bridge.
" And this is Irah James : , i muttered under my breath, shutting my eyes. I began to sway with the voice of the harsh wind, my arms waving professionally through the air, body moving simultaneously with the wind. I whirled around the bridge without a doubt, knowing full well the bridge was secluded from the main pathway. I smiled to myself, still moving and swaying, unaware i had a onlooker.
A handsome ballroom dancer came waltzing across the ballroom floor we stood on. He took me in his muscular arms, one of of them snaking around my waist, the other grasped tightly in one of my hands. We Vietnamese waltzed across the dance floor, cameras flashing, paparazzi's jumping, and the crowd going wild with enthusiam. The violinists played softly and gentle, smiling as they looked towards us as we swayed through the dancefloor. As the dance finally finished it's round, the audience stood and rewarded us with nothing but a standing ovation.
I slowly turned from his arms and waved to the cheering crowd, my smile capturing the hearts of the men and their cameras.
" Ahem ".
I opened my eyes in shock.
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