Chapter 2
She went to the ballet the next week but didn't go dancing after ward on the stage.
It went on like this for 3 weeks. By the 4th week she though he had forgotten or lost interest in her so she decided to go dance. She walked down the back stair and got to the door. She gave Andre her favorite bouncer who worked the stage door during the week for the ballet. He picked her up and smiled "it has been 4 weeks were ok? You weren't sick or anything were you?" She laughed and wiggles till he let go of her she looked up at the huge black guy and said, "no I had other priorities!" He laughed as he opened the door.
She walked in a realized how much she missed dancing here. She took off her shoes and socks again. But looked in all the curtains and back stage to make sure he wasn't there.
She went back out to the middle of the stage and took her opening position. She imagined the audience filling up and the orchestra beginning to play.
She began to hum the music she knew by heart and to dance.
**Him** He walked in late tonight hoping she was there but thinking she wouldn't be. He walked to the back row of curtains and that was when he heard it. He heard he humming again. He smiled and watched her dance. He could tell she was not a dancer. He liked it. She was very graceful in her own way and he liked her purely for the fact she was not a dancer.
She did not have the technique or the perfect feet of a dancer. He looked her up and down and realized how beautiful she was. She was definitely not a dancer. She had curves and was not skin and bones. She has real arms and legs not thin muscle pieces of bone. She even had boobs it was amazing.
He looked at her face and realized how happy she was she didn't look sick or half-dead. She looked happy. He noticed now she danced with her eyes closed.
When she went up to bow he whistled and clapped. He meant it too. She danced beautifully. He could tell she was trained but had a lot of self- practice.
She turned and looked at him. She smiled a little and asked him, " Why are you watching me dance?"
His simple reply was, "Because your not a ballet dancer!"
She huffed and walked over to get her shoes.
He ran over to her and took her hand just as she was walking away. She looked at him. He smiled at her and said, "Please just let me take you out for coffee or something and let me explain?"
She looked at him face and noticed he was being real not mean and said, "ok." He smiled really big and said, "But first I need to know your name?" "Meghan" she replied. She sat down and pulled on her socks and her boot and laced them up. She picked up he purse and said, "So now where are we going?" He held out his hand and she shook her head he nodded ok and began to walk she walked next to him.
They walked to a little coffee shop only a few blocks away and got their drinks and found to seat in the back more secluded from other people.
She sat across from and simply said, "Explain."
HE looked at her and smiled.
She went to the ballet the next week but didn't go dancing after ward on the stage.
It went on like this for 3 weeks. By the 4th week she though he had forgotten or lost interest in her so she decided to go dance. She walked down the back stair and got to the door. She gave Andre her favorite bouncer who worked the stage door during the week for the ballet. He picked her up and smiled "it has been 4 weeks were ok? You weren't sick or anything were you?" She laughed and wiggles till he let go of her she looked up at the huge black guy and said, "no I had other priorities!" He laughed as he opened the door.
She walked in a realized how much she missed dancing here. She took off her shoes and socks again. But looked in all the curtains and back stage to make sure he wasn't there.
She went back out to the middle of the stage and took her opening position. She imagined the audience filling up and the orchestra beginning to play.
She began to hum the music she knew by heart and to dance.
**Him** He walked in late tonight hoping she was there but thinking she wouldn't be. He walked to the back row of curtains and that was when he heard it. He heard he humming again. He smiled and watched her dance. He could tell she was not a dancer. He liked it. She was very graceful in her own way and he liked her purely for the fact she was not a dancer.
She did not have the technique or the perfect feet of a dancer. He looked her up and down and realized how beautiful she was. She was definitely not a dancer. She had curves and was not skin and bones. She has real arms and legs not thin muscle pieces of bone. She even had boobs it was amazing.
He looked at her face and realized how happy she was she didn't look sick or half-dead. She looked happy. He noticed now she danced with her eyes closed.
When she went up to bow he whistled and clapped. He meant it too. She danced beautifully. He could tell she was trained but had a lot of self- practice.
She turned and looked at him. She smiled a little and asked him, " Why are you watching me dance?"
His simple reply was, "Because your not a ballet dancer!"
She huffed and walked over to get her shoes.
He ran over to her and took her hand just as she was walking away. She looked at him. He smiled at her and said, "Please just let me take you out for coffee or something and let me explain?"
She looked at him face and noticed he was being real not mean and said, "ok." He smiled really big and said, "But first I need to know your name?" "Meghan" she replied. She sat down and pulled on her socks and her boot and laced them up. She picked up he purse and said, "So now where are we going?" He held out his hand and she shook her head he nodded ok and began to walk she walked next to him.
They walked to a little coffee shop only a few blocks away and got their drinks and found to seat in the back more secluded from other people.
She sat across from and simply said, "Explain."
HE looked at her and smiled.