Salsa Dancing
By
PinkBlueLilac
A story I got inspiration from while listening to my sister tell me about how she learnt how to samba at her dance class, and that samba dancing originated from Brazil. I didn't write it immediately after, therefore resulting in the the dance becoming salsa, instead of samba...oops.
Chapter One: A Special Function
"Raimundo! I am going to hurt you so badly." A voice rang throughout an ancient temple in China. A tall boy, supposedly called Raimundo ran away quickly. A shorter, black-haired girl ran after him. Suddenly, Raimundo came to a dead end. "Now, now, Kim. There's a way we can talk this out…" 'Kim' laughed coldly. "Talk this out? Talk this out? You spilt orange juice my PDA! What the heck is wrong with you?" She fumed. "Sorry…I'll get you a new one! I promise, Kimiko!" Raimundo promised her. "And where will you get the money to pay for it?" She asked darkly. "Well, a PDA is approximately $300, right? Well, I've been saving up for something that my mom is making me buy for a special function, and I've gotten $600 by now. I'll use $300 to buy you a new PDA, and I'll use $300 to buy my stuff. Deal?" The teen held out his hand. Kimiko thought it over. "Hmmm…okay, but there's a catch." She smirked. "What is it?" He asked hesitantly. "Tell me what you have to buy, and I'll let you do that. If you don't tell me, I'll make you use all $600 to buy a very, very expensive one." Raimundo scowled. "Promise you won't laugh?" Kimiko nodded. "Fine. I have to attend my mom's friend's housewarming party, and I have to…salsa dance." He whispered, embarrassed. Kimiko started to laugh. "Kim! You promised!" Raimundo whispered urgently. "Sorry." She stopped laughing. "Why do you know how to salsa, anyway?"
"Well, when I was 12, my mom made me enter this below twenty competition. I learned to salsa, but my brothers and sisters didn't. And then, at 13, I came to the temple."
"Who-" She began, but Raimundo cut her off. "I think it would be more appropriate if we continued this conversation in my room." Raimundo and Kimiko went to his room. "Okay, now what were you saying before?" Raimundo asked, closing the door behind him. "Who are you going to be dancing with?" She asked. "Damn! I forgot! I have to get a date!" Kimiko slapped her forehead. "I can't believe that you could forget!" He sighed. "Now what? You're the only girl within a fifty mile radius that I'd take, and you don't know how to salsa!" Raimundo threw his hands up in the air, frustrated. Kimiko
Then his eyes lighted up. "What date is it?" He asked. "Um…23rd October." Kimiko replied, checking his calendar. He smiled. "Yes. We still have time…" Kimko's brow furrowed. "What do you mean by that?" She asked. "Well, my mom's thing is on the 14th of November, so I can teach you to salsa!" Kimiko groaned. "The last time you tried to teach someone to do something, it ended with us being covered in soot."
"Well, sorry I couldn't teach Dojo how to whistle."
"Fine, I'll give you another chance." Raimundo punched his fist into the air. "Yes!" He whispered loudly. "But I'm going to choose the clothing. Guys have no sense of fashion." Raimundo rolled his eyes.
So. Like it? I've got this written up until the seventh chappie already. Okay, gotta go; math tuition.
Signed,
PinkBlueLilac