Woo! A new ficcie by me (bout time too).but don't worry my fans
*crickets.doing the cricket noise* I ill continue my other fics at the same
time. Anyway, I got this idea at a flamenco show, party, thing. Anyway it
got me into the Spanish Folkloric Dancing, A.K.A. Flamenco. It's pretty
cool and very enjoyable. Anyway hope you enjoy this fic...OLE!
Chapter 1 - OLE!
A young girl of around 16 turned around to face a large crowd of people, all of them applauding or cheering. The girl had long honey brown hair that went down to her mid back and was done in an enhancing braid. She wore a one piece black decorative dress; numerous red roses decorated the entire piece. She also wore matching red strap shoes, each with a pair of small iron pieces in the sole; they produced a light tapping sound with each step. In each hand she held a portion of the hem of the dress. With every step the dress twirled along, forming beautiful patterns. Step after step the girl danced skillfully, not making even the slightest mistake. She raised her hands high and brought them down making an arch and stopped silently. Every single person in the vast crowd yelled together: "OLE!" while they all clapped and cheered for more. The girl smiled broadly and complied their encore by bending slightly bending over and taking a few steps backwards, she then stood up and it happened.She moved her left foot a bit further in front of her, making her loose her balance and fall onto the wooden stand were she performed. A feeling of horror filled her up instantly and hesitated to even look up. She slowly raised her head, only to see the foot of wooden bleachers. All of them were as empty as they could be. She slowly got back up and looked around; she was in the middle of a basketball court. In front and behind her were many rows of bleachers, each with a row of windows right above them. She no longer wore the decorated dress; instead she wore a pair of bell-bottom jeans and a grey t- shirt, and somewhat worn, black, dancing strap shoes.
"You can't make mistakes like that girl." She muttered at herself, looking at the floor, "Stupidities like that could ruin an entire performance." She said letting out a heavy sigh. She walked slowly towards the bleachers, were she kept her bag with spare shoes, a bottle of water and a towel. She hung the towel over her shoulders and changed from her dancing shoes to flip-flop sandals. She then gathered all her things and slowly walked towards the exit. As she pushed on of the double doors, she took on last look to where she was dancing.
"Don't give up Mimi.you can do it, and you know it." She said switching off the lagr overhead lights of the gymnasium.
And that's a wrap people. I know.short. But still, it thought it was good. By the way, for those who DIDN'T get it, that was Mimi dancing Flamenco. Also, it's very hard to describe, especially without music. Oh well, ill try to get a new chapter up soon.
Chapter 1 - OLE!
A young girl of around 16 turned around to face a large crowd of people, all of them applauding or cheering. The girl had long honey brown hair that went down to her mid back and was done in an enhancing braid. She wore a one piece black decorative dress; numerous red roses decorated the entire piece. She also wore matching red strap shoes, each with a pair of small iron pieces in the sole; they produced a light tapping sound with each step. In each hand she held a portion of the hem of the dress. With every step the dress twirled along, forming beautiful patterns. Step after step the girl danced skillfully, not making even the slightest mistake. She raised her hands high and brought them down making an arch and stopped silently. Every single person in the vast crowd yelled together: "OLE!" while they all clapped and cheered for more. The girl smiled broadly and complied their encore by bending slightly bending over and taking a few steps backwards, she then stood up and it happened.She moved her left foot a bit further in front of her, making her loose her balance and fall onto the wooden stand were she performed. A feeling of horror filled her up instantly and hesitated to even look up. She slowly raised her head, only to see the foot of wooden bleachers. All of them were as empty as they could be. She slowly got back up and looked around; she was in the middle of a basketball court. In front and behind her were many rows of bleachers, each with a row of windows right above them. She no longer wore the decorated dress; instead she wore a pair of bell-bottom jeans and a grey t- shirt, and somewhat worn, black, dancing strap shoes.
"You can't make mistakes like that girl." She muttered at herself, looking at the floor, "Stupidities like that could ruin an entire performance." She said letting out a heavy sigh. She walked slowly towards the bleachers, were she kept her bag with spare shoes, a bottle of water and a towel. She hung the towel over her shoulders and changed from her dancing shoes to flip-flop sandals. She then gathered all her things and slowly walked towards the exit. As she pushed on of the double doors, she took on last look to where she was dancing.
"Don't give up Mimi.you can do it, and you know it." She said switching off the lagr overhead lights of the gymnasium.
And that's a wrap people. I know.short. But still, it thought it was good. By the way, for those who DIDN'T get it, that was Mimi dancing Flamenco. Also, it's very hard to describe, especially without music. Oh well, ill try to get a new chapter up soon.