Chapter 3 Bollywood Love
Rosie fiddled with the pen. God Physics is boring. She thought. The clock ticked away the final moments in the day and to her dismay it stopped a moment before the bell would ring. Rubbing her eyes she was relived at the now moving hand. The bell rang and she shot up out of her desk hurrying top her locker before running to Glee practice. She pulled out her folder that contained her music for the songs. Circled was Rachel's never ending solo's. seriously she needs to be told shes not number one! Rosie said to herself. Months had passed since she joined and she had not warmed up to Rachel. In fact she grew to dislike her more.
She has to be given an ensemble piece! Or hit with a bat. Sitting in her chair she smiled at the idea of smacking Rachel upside the head with a bat.
Don't injure enough to kill her just rattle a bit maybe it would knock some sense into her
"Oh no that's your plotting someone's doom grin." Akesh said as he came in the room. Grinning Rosie patted the seat next to her.
"Dreaming about maiming anyone?" he asked as he sat down
"You know it!" Rosie exclaimed and laughed. In the time Akesh had been here they'd devolved a sort of tension. Akesh would run shirtless in the gym and the next day Rosie would wear a low cut top.
Yes definite attraction
"Alright everyone!" Mr Shue said as everyone was seated "This weeks theme is Culture." The Glee kids murmured around "Get into partners and chose as song from your culture" Rosie glanced over to Akesh who nodded she smiled
"So what do you want to try" it was the next day and sitting in the library they were trying to find a song.
"Well I'm Japanese and Vietnamese apparently so I can sing about bombing Pearl Harbor and being a Commie." She joked
"I'm Hindu." Akesh responded
"You know I speak some Hindi, lived in Mumbai for two years." She smiled at Akesh's stunned face.
"You've heard of Bollywood."
"Hell yeah"
"Can you learn a dance quickly?"
"Placed 2nd at a Belly Dancing competition."
"I think we've got an number."
Rosie waited off stage to perform the Bollywood number. Rachel had gone with Finn doing some Hebrew song that Rosie never heard of but living in the Catholic capital of the world she never knew much about Jewish songs other than Dredal. She smoothed down the long skirt and it jingled softly. She loved this costume. It was taken from when she lived in Mumbai and was in dance classes. The bright turquoise skirt had rows of silver coins sewn into it making it perfect for the dance moves. Her top was cropped and showed off most of her abdomen and she was grateful to take a few hours in the fitness center to do crunches so she had no muffin top. The top was silver with blue beading and the same coins as the skirt made the top jingle as she moved.
"Ready?" Akesh asked as Brittney and Santana filed off. Nodding Rosie hurried up the stairs hoping that her outfit wouldn't jingle to much. The stage was dark and soon the familiar beat of sitars and drums filled the theater.
aisii nazar se dekha us jaalim ne chauk par hamne kaleja rakh diya chaakuu kii nok par mere chain-vain sab ujaRaa zaalim nazar haTaa le...
barbaad ho rahe hai.n jii barbaad ho rahe hai.n jii tere apne shaharvaale mere chain-vain sab ujaRaa zaalim nazar haTaa le barbaad ho rahe hai.n jii tere apne shaharvaale merii 'ii na TuuTe tuu aajaa...
Rosie sashayed across the stage. And stopped near the center to start the real dance. Moving one arm above her head she flicked her hair behind her. Then bouncing one hip she brought her other arm up. Placing her hands in the lotus position she swivled still bouncing her hip. She then paused as Akesh came out.
kajaraa re kajaraa re kajaraa re tere kaare kaare naina...
mere naina mere naina mere naina juRwaa naina kajaraa re kajaraa re tere kaare kaare naina
He came around her like the people had done in the movie and after some intirect foot work he pulled out a handkerchief and spun it then wrapped it around her. She spun out of it before putting her arms above her head again this time with her back to him and did the moved from the original song. By now her stomach was hurting from all the bounces and her feet were sore from the steps. But she smiled, she loved this some of the best times in her life came from the dance classes in Mumbai.
surma'ii se likhe tere vaade .n kii zabaanii aate hai.n
mere rumaalo.n pe lab tere nishaanii jaate hai.n she spun in circles the skirt flying up and the club could see the pair of harem pants she wore under. Akesh moved behind her and the song drew to a close terii baato.n me.n kimaam kii khushbuu hai
With a final pose they froze and the theater erupted in applause. Rosie laughed and hugged Akesh. And ignored the electric jolt that came in the embrace.