MAY I HAVE THIS DANCE?
"Like a spell has been casted;
As if heavens heard her prayers,
Probably a dream come true…"
Snow crystals continued falling outside as Tchaikovsky's "Rose Adagio" filled the corners of that studio. Heavy breathes were audible, sweats dropped rapidly on the dance floor.
"Is that all?" sarcastic voice asked as its owner slouched on a chair situated on the corner, far enough to watch her every move, every mistake, every failure.
"I can't feel your emotions! I don't see Aurora in you."
Her heart sank, perfectly understanding what he meant. Yes, her executions of the steps, her pivots and arabesque were perfect, it's just that … she couldn't find herself in the character of the Sleeping Beauty Princess, which she have chosen to perform in the audition of "Kirov Ballet" or the famous Mariinsky Ballet Company. She very well knew that classical ballet was about romance, a fairytale. Yes, a fairytale she also dreamt of having. Emerald orbs met the instructor's earnest gaze. He stood in despair, disappointed of his apprentice's incapability of portraying such 'sissy' role.
Moving towards the portable speaker, he scanned the ipod then aired Leona Lewis' Bleeding Love instrumental version. With the cue of the mellow music, he began stretching then slowly swayed his body to the beat of such dramatic composition.
At first glance, he seemed serious, and then the following moment, he looked like a seductive, sexy wounding lover.
Such trance she craved to express to her critiques.
Still marveled with his gracefulness, he effortlessly glided towards her, gave her his mind-inducing stare, held her hand like forever and…
I don't care what they say,
I'm in love with you
Don't try to pull me away
They don't the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love…
You cut me open…
Her heart fill the missing lyrics of the accompaniment as he began to make on her body, relishing his hand to her waist, down to the sides of her thighs, while his gaze travelled to every detail of her face as if memorizing each momentous part.
He spun her, held her so close, in such proximity she could feel his chest against her breast, listen to his heartbeat against her.
Crazy
Crazy…
I don't care what they say,
I'm inlove with you
Don't try to pull me away
They don't the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love…
You cut me open…
Spinning her in such slow motion, letting her arm go when he sensed her readiness, perfectly prepared for what he expected.
Tiptoe. Twirl. Glide. Pivot. Jump.
There. She could feel it. Feelings suppressed inside that shy and doubtful lasso. The beat occupied her, til' she became unaware of Sasuke's victorious gaze over her. Amused, no. Proud, yes. Felicitous with the transformation of the lovely swan, his one and only swan.
He might not be the best ballet dancer, bestfriend, best lover, at least, he could be the Beast of the Sleeping Beauty.
END NOTE:I'm crazy, but I'm always inlove with the concept of two opposite poles coming together. Ballerina and gangster. Princess and emo. Classic and hard core.
That's why even if I only caught a glimpse of Heartstrings, I already love it! Nyahaha..
Credits to Sofia for some technical terms.
Thanks for reading!
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