Keep it Strictly Ballroom

Disclaimer: Refer to chapter 1

Chapter 2

I couldn't stop thinking about that street dancer all night. About how he knew his story how he felt the music. I wanted to feel the music like that.

The next day after classes when I found an empty room to practice in, I found myself staring in the mirror. Watching my self, doing one pivot after another. Soon I realized that I was trying to copy some of the moves I had seen the boy do the day before.

Swaying and then tripping like an idiot, "Damn."

The more I tried to imitate his fluid moves, the more frustrated I became. Trying another move then crashing down on one knee I cursed again, "Shit!"

That's when I heard a chuckle from behind me. Quickly getting back up on my feet I faced him. The same guy from yesterday, leaning in the door way smiling at me. A bandana on his forehead and tight wrap around his long raven hair. "Is that a new Ballroom move?" he asked.

I glared at him for spying, just as I did the day before. "Just dancing."

"Maybe you could use some help?" he offered.

I scoffed at him in return, while grabbing my things, "No thanks."

"Why not? I saw you watching me yesterday." He smiled showing off his pearly white canines.

My sudden shock was quickly replaced by a glare his way. There was nothing I hated more than being made fun of. "A lapse in judgment on my part." Hoping he could hear the venom in my words.

He then put his hands up in a defensive manner, "Whoa, calm down. I just thought maybe you'd like to learn a few moves."

"It's not really my thing." I said ready to walk on out past him. But he quickly put a hand in front of me.

"Hold up, come check us out, maybe you'll change your mind."

He held out a card to me and I took it. After looking it over I raised an eyebrow at the ebony haired fellow, "an Auto repair shop?"

"Yeah, it's not glamorous, but that's where my crew practice."

Storing the card in my back pocket, not even giving it a second thought before replying, "Don't think I'll have time." Then continued to make my way out the door.

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As soon as I got home I went to the kitchen to grab water, while doing so I heard my grandfather clear his throat behind me, "Your home early."

I let out a steady breath before closing the fridge door with a water bottle in hand. "Britney wasn't feeling well today." I said facing him. Not wanting to tell him that another partner quit on me, being the truth of the matter.

"Just as well," he remarked, "You should put better use to your time, then flailing around a dance floor anyway."

I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of me, so I passed by him and raced up the stairs to my room. After slamming my door shut then throwing my bag at the wall opposite me I sat on my bed in a huff like a child.

I then proceeded to run my fingers through my hair in irritation. "I need a dance partner."

Standing up and rummaging through my pockets to find my cellphone, figuring a bitch partner was better than none. I had decided I would call Britney and tell her practice was on again for tomorrow, with any luck she didn't have a replacement yet. But then my fingers found the lone card in my back pocket and my whole train of thought changed.

Lying back onto my bed I stared at the card, "Valkov and Kuznetsov Auto Repair." I read it aloud glancing at the address then flipped the card over, my eyes widened in surprise, 'Rei 555-0014'. He had given me his number.

I continued to flip the card around in my fingers while staring up at the ceiling, 'Rei'.

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