Sasche stood in the middle of the spacious room. Slowly she looked around it and kept silent. Places like this is where the majority of her life had been spent. Since the time she could walk, her mother and father said she had a talent for dancing. True, she loved dancing, was as passionate about it as Frank had been about chess and debate. But all of her life had been spent in the ballerina porcelain doll house of the dance studio and the barre. It wasn't until she hit the Dance Academy in London that she discovered that she loved the free and modern style of dance more than the classical ballet. There were times when she just turned on the stereo and let her body move on it's own whim to whatever was playing.
Just a few nights ago she and Jake made love on this very floor. It was both tender and incredibly erotic. He had teased every inch of her body and brought out feelings in her that she didn't know were there. Now it was all gone. Jake worked for her brother in the Justice Department... had all along. And he had never told her that he worked for her brother. There was the possibility that he didn't know at the time that she was his boss' sister, but she didn't think about that as she wallowed in her anger and self hatred. Bad things happen to good people, isn't that what Frank had said a few mornings ago over breakfast? With a sigh, Sasche reached out and hit the play button on the stereo lining one wall. Maybe she could just meditate as she danced, clear her head so she could think better...
A guitar came out of the speakers, one of Melissa's favortie songs. She must have been here after everyone else was gone last night, dancing herself. Sasche chuckled softly at the woman's voice gave soul to what she was feeling.
'Another day is almost come and gone
Can't imagine what else could go wrong'
She couldn't stop herself. Before she even knew what the lyrics were, Sasche was caught up in the emotion. Her upper body swayed to the side, then rolled back as she lifted off the ground into a soft pirouette. Her eyes closed by themselves as the music continued.
'Sometimes I'd like to hide away
somewhere and lock the door
a single battle lost but not the war...'
Her arms and hands flowed with the gentleness of the tune, her back arching as her feet carried her in short but fluid steps around the hardwood flooring of the studio. Sasche was lost in the music, the words an echo of her own pain.
'Cuz tomorrow's another day
and I'm thirsty anyway
so bring on the rain...
it's almost like the hard times circle 'round
a couple drops and they all start coming down
yeah, I might feel defeated
and I might hang my head
I might be barely breathing but I'm not dead, no'
Jake stood in the doorway and watched her as she danced. He'd followed her from the nest after she'd slapped him sideways. Her handprint was still red on his cheek. This is what she had been trying to get across to him that first night when they talked about the ballet and dancing... and he just now realized it. She was free as he watched her. And he was near tears at seeing such an expression of pain, passion and ache. An ache he'd caused somehow.
'Cuz tomorrow's another day
and I'm thirsty anyway
so bring on the rain'
Sasche's movements had become more choppy and erratic, not flowing with the music as they had been. Inside she was feeling torn up all over again. She'd managed to forget for a while that she'd hurt and hurt bad. Trey was gone and never coming back. Jake was now gone from her life, she'd have to cut him out. He'd lied to her.
Jake was first aware that she wasn't OK when she stopped altogether and just stood with her back towards him.
'No, I'm not gonna let it get me down
I'm not gonna cry
and I'm not gonna loose any sleep tonite
cuz tomorrow's another day, and I am not afraid
so bring on the rain...'
She'd begun to cry somewhere along the way, where she couldn't remember. But there was definte tears coursing down her cheeks. When was the last time she'd cried? It hadn't been at his funeral, hadn't been when she received the news from his parents. Why couldn't she remember when the last time she'd cried was? Slowly she sank to her knees on the floor.
Jake wanted to go to her and hold her. But he was afraid of her pushing him away again. So he left her to her own thoughts there on the studio floor. Maybe it was for the best this way...
'tomorrow's another day
and I'm thirsty anyway
so bring on the rain.'
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(( the song is titled "Bring On The Rain" by JoDee Messina off of her CD titled "Burn" ))
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Just a few nights ago she and Jake made love on this very floor. It was both tender and incredibly erotic. He had teased every inch of her body and brought out feelings in her that she didn't know were there. Now it was all gone. Jake worked for her brother in the Justice Department... had all along. And he had never told her that he worked for her brother. There was the possibility that he didn't know at the time that she was his boss' sister, but she didn't think about that as she wallowed in her anger and self hatred. Bad things happen to good people, isn't that what Frank had said a few mornings ago over breakfast? With a sigh, Sasche reached out and hit the play button on the stereo lining one wall. Maybe she could just meditate as she danced, clear her head so she could think better...
A guitar came out of the speakers, one of Melissa's favortie songs. She must have been here after everyone else was gone last night, dancing herself. Sasche chuckled softly at the woman's voice gave soul to what she was feeling.
'Another day is almost come and gone
Can't imagine what else could go wrong'
She couldn't stop herself. Before she even knew what the lyrics were, Sasche was caught up in the emotion. Her upper body swayed to the side, then rolled back as she lifted off the ground into a soft pirouette. Her eyes closed by themselves as the music continued.
'Sometimes I'd like to hide away
somewhere and lock the door
a single battle lost but not the war...'
Her arms and hands flowed with the gentleness of the tune, her back arching as her feet carried her in short but fluid steps around the hardwood flooring of the studio. Sasche was lost in the music, the words an echo of her own pain.
'Cuz tomorrow's another day
and I'm thirsty anyway
so bring on the rain...
it's almost like the hard times circle 'round
a couple drops and they all start coming down
yeah, I might feel defeated
and I might hang my head
I might be barely breathing but I'm not dead, no'
Jake stood in the doorway and watched her as she danced. He'd followed her from the nest after she'd slapped him sideways. Her handprint was still red on his cheek. This is what she had been trying to get across to him that first night when they talked about the ballet and dancing... and he just now realized it. She was free as he watched her. And he was near tears at seeing such an expression of pain, passion and ache. An ache he'd caused somehow.
'Cuz tomorrow's another day
and I'm thirsty anyway
so bring on the rain'
Sasche's movements had become more choppy and erratic, not flowing with the music as they had been. Inside she was feeling torn up all over again. She'd managed to forget for a while that she'd hurt and hurt bad. Trey was gone and never coming back. Jake was now gone from her life, she'd have to cut him out. He'd lied to her.
Jake was first aware that she wasn't OK when she stopped altogether and just stood with her back towards him.
'No, I'm not gonna let it get me down
I'm not gonna cry
and I'm not gonna loose any sleep tonite
cuz tomorrow's another day, and I am not afraid
so bring on the rain...'
She'd begun to cry somewhere along the way, where she couldn't remember. But there was definte tears coursing down her cheeks. When was the last time she'd cried? It hadn't been at his funeral, hadn't been when she received the news from his parents. Why couldn't she remember when the last time she'd cried was? Slowly she sank to her knees on the floor.
Jake wanted to go to her and hold her. But he was afraid of her pushing him away again. So he left her to her own thoughts there on the studio floor. Maybe it was for the best this way...
'tomorrow's another day
and I'm thirsty anyway
so bring on the rain.'
--
(( the song is titled "Bring On The Rain" by JoDee Messina off of her CD titled "Burn" ))
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