"Oh honey your home early," My mother said as I walked through the door. I sighed, anticipating to get out of my business suit.
"Yeah, Daddy came in and took over for me today," I replied, reaching down and pulling off my shoes. Mom nodded.
"Yes, he told me you had something to do this week," She said getting up and heading for the kitchen. I stood their dumbfounded for a second, until I remember what I had promised. "But you came in in the right time, I just put on some tea."
"I'm sorry Mom, but I got a date with Chichi," I sighed out pulling my shoes back on. I was already halfway out of the door when my Mom spoke back up.
"Shopping spree? Tutoring Gohan with his math again?"
"Chi talked me into dancing lessons."
"Oh, sounds fun," My mother said quietly.
"Yeah."
"You know I try to get your father to dance all time," she said in her usual chipper voice, "maybe I should come along?" I was quiet for a moment. I really didn't want to go, and with ChiChi and Mom talking my ears of, I was sure to have a headache by the end of the day. "Because its been so long since I danced..." But I knew with my father at work and with me gone, my mother was going to be lonely for sure. I looked over my shoulder at her, almost wincing at the puppy dog face she was giving me.
"Grab your purse ma," I said smiling a little. She smiled and grabbed her tiny little pink purse and trotted out the door with me.
When we got to the small building, music was already blasting from the door. Nobody was at the front desk however, so I tried to peak in the back room to see if I could see any one but I couldn't. I glanced at my Mom, and it seemed that perpetual smile on her face was bigger and brighter. "Oh Bulma this is so exciting!" She said shuffling from foot to foot. I looked at her and wished I could be that excited, instead of having nervousness grinding in the bottom of my belly. unconsciously, I through my head back, smoothed down my business clothes and took a deep breath, a ritual I usually do to prepare for a big corporate meeting. I opened the door and was slightly amazed at how big the dance studio was. The walls in there was painted a dark rich red, making me feel like I was in the Sun or something. There was a platform, which a drum set and a keyboard was sitting, behind that was a large window that would have been overlooking the citywide walk but instead it was covered with a curtain. The floors was hardwood and polished, a few scoff marks here and there. Then on the wall was ceiling to floor mirrors, opposite of that, a balancing rail and a few chairs. Despite the large fan in the corner, hooked up by the keyboard, I could feel my dark blue silk business suit start to cling to me with sweat. The girl me and ChiChi had meet last week, walked in front of her classroom. She was a lot shorter then I had originally thought. Today her hair was pulled up, she wore shorts that was so short it looked like it was meant for a bathing suit, a tank top and a sheer sort of sash tied around her hips. She hadn't even broke a sweat, but the rest of her class had growing moisture on their foreheads and making their shirts stick to their bodies.
"ONE and TWO and THREE and FOUR!" Mika's voice rang out through the room, loud and clear. She snapped her fingers as she counted. "ONE and TWO and THREE and FOUR, that's the beat."
"Bulma!!" ChiChi yelled. She was sitting by another small rotating fan in the corner. She hopped up off the floor and ran towards us. "Nice to see you Ms. Briefs. Come to Cha Cha with me?" She said shaking her hips and laughing. The music cut off and Mika turned towards us. "I didn't think you was gonna make it!"
"I forgot," I said through my teeth, looking around the classroom as everyone had their eyes glued on us.
"A little overdressed ain't we?" ChiChi said smirking. I eyed her shorts and tank top with envy.
"Oh shut up," I growled back.
"Ladies! So glad you could come!" Mika said to us with her arms opened wide. I smiled and nodded a little as she walked over to us. " Hello Bulma. Bring a friend did we?"
"This is my Mom, Mrs. Briefs. I hope it's not a problem."
"No no no, of course not. The more the merrier," She said as she took me and Mom's hands, then walked up to the center of the room, ChiChi followed behind us. There was about 10 people split in two rows, just about a equal amount of men and women. "Everyone, this is Bulma and her mother Mrs. Briefs," Mika said smiling. There was a few Hi's and hellos. Some was in-between pants, others was drawn out, just a few was bright and clear like Mika's voice. "They're joining out class today, I hope all of you make them feel welcomed." She stopped and turned towards us. "If you want to get up and join the class, that's wonderful. But if you just want to sit in the back for today and observe, that's good too. It's your choice."
"I think we'll just sit this one ou-"
"I'd LOVE to dance!" My mother chimed in. My mouth opened and closed a little, but then I took a deep breath and smiled professionally.
"I think I'll just sit this one out then," i corrected myself. My mother practically shoved her purse in my chest and trotted her way in the front row. The girl nodded at me, and went to the head of the class, ChiChi followed me back to the chairs.
"We was just going over some of the basic moves," Mika explained to my Mom. She nodded, eager to learn and Mika walked over to a large stereo system hooked up also by the keyboard, and turned the music back on. For her to be in heels, she moved extremely well. She counted out her moves, the done it a second time. Afterwards she turned to the class and watched them mimic her moves. Some done better then others, especially my mother. You'd think the way that she shuffled around the house in her shoes, she couldn't walk in heels. But she stepped and moved in a way I never seen before.
"Your Mama can move," ChiChi said slightly amazed.
"Yes, she can," I agreed. My friend sat back in her chair and peeled her tank top off her stomach just to let it slap back. "Where's the brat?"
"With his Father."
"Oh really now?"
"Yeah, he took him to a baseball game," ChiChi said in a tone that was hard for me to catch the emotion in her voice. After a while, she got up and danced along. Everyone was up and shaking' their groove thang but me. I just sat there sweating bullets. I didn't even bother to take off my jacket. I could feel sweat trickle down my spine and start to frizz up my hair, ruining my favorite blouse. It lasted exactly an hour, but went over a little bit just like Mika said it would.
"Good class everyone! Maravilloso! Great work," Mika said clapping her hands as her class filed out of the door. My mother, ChiChi and I was the last to leave.
"That was so much fun!" ChiChi said sliding loose strands of hair out of her eyes. She bent down to get a drink of water. "Now maybe I can work off those extra pregnancy pounds! No more slim fast crap today, I'm havin' a real milkshake!"
"Me too. I worked up quiet an appetite. You can really burn calories in there."
"You mean sweat off calories," I said with to much negativity in my voice then I meant. Mika appeared through the curtain of beads, now wearing a pair of jeans, a cap and a tote-bag weighed down with heavy text books.
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"Good job today!" She said in her quiet voice. "Mrs. Briefs you can really move, and ChiChi, you're gonna be great once you learn how to loosen those hips up," She said patting them on the back. "Ms. Bulma I hope your going to join us next class, you really missed out on a lot of fun," she told me holding the door open for us.
"Rent is due already?" a voice rumbled in my ears like thunder. I screamed and stumbled back, almost crashing into the door but ChiChi caught me. I was halfway tempted to grab the maze out of my purse until I saw our dance teacher smack him on the shoulder.
"Damnit Vejita, scare the shit out of my students why don't you?" She huffed. The man was leaning up against the door frame. He was just as short as Mika, but a tad bit taller. His hair shot up against the laws of gravity, and his eyes was hidden behind a pair of dark shades. The way he was dressed SCREAMED felony. Loose blue jeans and a huge black shirt with "F*CK MILK, GOT BEER?" written on it with bold white letters. On top of that was a dark blue hoody stained slightly with water. From the puddles on the ground, I figured it rained while I was in the building.
"Students?" He echoed. "She's a student?" He asked, pointing one lazy finger towards me.
"Yes," I said jutting out my chin and huffing up my chest. "Yes, in fact I am."
"I thought you was the landlady or something," He said chuckling, eyeing my outfit. "A little overdressed for dance practice aren't we ma'am?" he said mocking my professionalism. My chin dropped and I narrowed my eyes at him. The nerve of this midget! Even my mother and Chichi chuckled a little bit at his little joke.
"Look, don't be such a jerk Vejita. What are you doin' here?" He turned and frowned at her.
"You need to learn to mind your business, little girl," he said in flat tone. As he turned to go through the door, Mika shoved him a little. He lowered his sunglasses a little and looked me in the eye.
"See you Friday, Ms. Landlady. And wear something pretty."
"Yeah, Daddy came in and took over for me today," I replied, reaching down and pulling off my shoes. Mom nodded.
"Yes, he told me you had something to do this week," She said getting up and heading for the kitchen. I stood their dumbfounded for a second, until I remember what I had promised. "But you came in in the right time, I just put on some tea."
"I'm sorry Mom, but I got a date with Chichi," I sighed out pulling my shoes back on. I was already halfway out of the door when my Mom spoke back up.
"Shopping spree? Tutoring Gohan with his math again?"
"Chi talked me into dancing lessons."
"Oh, sounds fun," My mother said quietly.
"Yeah."
"You know I try to get your father to dance all time," she said in her usual chipper voice, "maybe I should come along?" I was quiet for a moment. I really didn't want to go, and with ChiChi and Mom talking my ears of, I was sure to have a headache by the end of the day. "Because its been so long since I danced..." But I knew with my father at work and with me gone, my mother was going to be lonely for sure. I looked over my shoulder at her, almost wincing at the puppy dog face she was giving me.
"Grab your purse ma," I said smiling a little. She smiled and grabbed her tiny little pink purse and trotted out the door with me.
When we got to the small building, music was already blasting from the door. Nobody was at the front desk however, so I tried to peak in the back room to see if I could see any one but I couldn't. I glanced at my Mom, and it seemed that perpetual smile on her face was bigger and brighter. "Oh Bulma this is so exciting!" She said shuffling from foot to foot. I looked at her and wished I could be that excited, instead of having nervousness grinding in the bottom of my belly. unconsciously, I through my head back, smoothed down my business clothes and took a deep breath, a ritual I usually do to prepare for a big corporate meeting. I opened the door and was slightly amazed at how big the dance studio was. The walls in there was painted a dark rich red, making me feel like I was in the Sun or something. There was a platform, which a drum set and a keyboard was sitting, behind that was a large window that would have been overlooking the citywide walk but instead it was covered with a curtain. The floors was hardwood and polished, a few scoff marks here and there. Then on the wall was ceiling to floor mirrors, opposite of that, a balancing rail and a few chairs. Despite the large fan in the corner, hooked up by the keyboard, I could feel my dark blue silk business suit start to cling to me with sweat. The girl me and ChiChi had meet last week, walked in front of her classroom. She was a lot shorter then I had originally thought. Today her hair was pulled up, she wore shorts that was so short it looked like it was meant for a bathing suit, a tank top and a sheer sort of sash tied around her hips. She hadn't even broke a sweat, but the rest of her class had growing moisture on their foreheads and making their shirts stick to their bodies.
"ONE and TWO and THREE and FOUR!" Mika's voice rang out through the room, loud and clear. She snapped her fingers as she counted. "ONE and TWO and THREE and FOUR, that's the beat."
"Bulma!!" ChiChi yelled. She was sitting by another small rotating fan in the corner. She hopped up off the floor and ran towards us. "Nice to see you Ms. Briefs. Come to Cha Cha with me?" She said shaking her hips and laughing. The music cut off and Mika turned towards us. "I didn't think you was gonna make it!"
"I forgot," I said through my teeth, looking around the classroom as everyone had their eyes glued on us.
"A little overdressed ain't we?" ChiChi said smirking. I eyed her shorts and tank top with envy.
"Oh shut up," I growled back.
"Ladies! So glad you could come!" Mika said to us with her arms opened wide. I smiled and nodded a little as she walked over to us. " Hello Bulma. Bring a friend did we?"
"This is my Mom, Mrs. Briefs. I hope it's not a problem."
"No no no, of course not. The more the merrier," She said as she took me and Mom's hands, then walked up to the center of the room, ChiChi followed behind us. There was about 10 people split in two rows, just about a equal amount of men and women. "Everyone, this is Bulma and her mother Mrs. Briefs," Mika said smiling. There was a few Hi's and hellos. Some was in-between pants, others was drawn out, just a few was bright and clear like Mika's voice. "They're joining out class today, I hope all of you make them feel welcomed." She stopped and turned towards us. "If you want to get up and join the class, that's wonderful. But if you just want to sit in the back for today and observe, that's good too. It's your choice."
"I think we'll just sit this one ou-"
"I'd LOVE to dance!" My mother chimed in. My mouth opened and closed a little, but then I took a deep breath and smiled professionally.
"I think I'll just sit this one out then," i corrected myself. My mother practically shoved her purse in my chest and trotted her way in the front row. The girl nodded at me, and went to the head of the class, ChiChi followed me back to the chairs.
"We was just going over some of the basic moves," Mika explained to my Mom. She nodded, eager to learn and Mika walked over to a large stereo system hooked up also by the keyboard, and turned the music back on. For her to be in heels, she moved extremely well. She counted out her moves, the done it a second time. Afterwards she turned to the class and watched them mimic her moves. Some done better then others, especially my mother. You'd think the way that she shuffled around the house in her shoes, she couldn't walk in heels. But she stepped and moved in a way I never seen before.
"Your Mama can move," ChiChi said slightly amazed.
"Yes, she can," I agreed. My friend sat back in her chair and peeled her tank top off her stomach just to let it slap back. "Where's the brat?"
"With his Father."
"Oh really now?"
"Yeah, he took him to a baseball game," ChiChi said in a tone that was hard for me to catch the emotion in her voice. After a while, she got up and danced along. Everyone was up and shaking' their groove thang but me. I just sat there sweating bullets. I didn't even bother to take off my jacket. I could feel sweat trickle down my spine and start to frizz up my hair, ruining my favorite blouse. It lasted exactly an hour, but went over a little bit just like Mika said it would.
"Good class everyone! Maravilloso! Great work," Mika said clapping her hands as her class filed out of the door. My mother, ChiChi and I was the last to leave.
"That was so much fun!" ChiChi said sliding loose strands of hair out of her eyes. She bent down to get a drink of water. "Now maybe I can work off those extra pregnancy pounds! No more slim fast crap today, I'm havin' a real milkshake!"
"Me too. I worked up quiet an appetite. You can really burn calories in there."
"You mean sweat off calories," I said with to much negativity in my voice then I meant. Mika appeared through the curtain of beads, now wearing a pair of jeans, a cap and a tote-bag weighed down with heavy text books.
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"Good job today!" She said in her quiet voice. "Mrs. Briefs you can really move, and ChiChi, you're gonna be great once you learn how to loosen those hips up," She said patting them on the back. "Ms. Bulma I hope your going to join us next class, you really missed out on a lot of fun," she told me holding the door open for us.
"Rent is due already?" a voice rumbled in my ears like thunder. I screamed and stumbled back, almost crashing into the door but ChiChi caught me. I was halfway tempted to grab the maze out of my purse until I saw our dance teacher smack him on the shoulder.
"Damnit Vejita, scare the shit out of my students why don't you?" She huffed. The man was leaning up against the door frame. He was just as short as Mika, but a tad bit taller. His hair shot up against the laws of gravity, and his eyes was hidden behind a pair of dark shades. The way he was dressed SCREAMED felony. Loose blue jeans and a huge black shirt with "F*CK MILK, GOT BEER?" written on it with bold white letters. On top of that was a dark blue hoody stained slightly with water. From the puddles on the ground, I figured it rained while I was in the building.
"Students?" He echoed. "She's a student?" He asked, pointing one lazy finger towards me.
"Yes," I said jutting out my chin and huffing up my chest. "Yes, in fact I am."
"I thought you was the landlady or something," He said chuckling, eyeing my outfit. "A little overdressed for dance practice aren't we ma'am?" he said mocking my professionalism. My chin dropped and I narrowed my eyes at him. The nerve of this midget! Even my mother and Chichi chuckled a little bit at his little joke.
"Look, don't be such a jerk Vejita. What are you doin' here?" He turned and frowned at her.
"You need to learn to mind your business, little girl," he said in flat tone. As he turned to go through the door, Mika shoved him a little. He lowered his sunglasses a little and looked me in the eye.
"See you Friday, Ms. Landlady. And wear something pretty."
