Hey guys, I want to thank all of you who reviewed my story and motivated me all the way long. I want to say thanks to all those who have read my story and are still reading. It's in my passion to write stories and actually, I am working on a novel solely written by me which is The Kole Chronicles. I will publish it once I finish the novel. I am fond of writing novels. Recently, I am helping in a novel in which my father is playing a much greater role is "Journey through the ages: in the past."
Once again, thank you friends because you all are the motive by which I've been driven so much, to work on fan fiction….
So, let's start up with the story:
I followed Mr. Carl, who headed towards a room. That room was quite large. I entered the room and there was no couch, no table, no paintings, and no decorative element, just an ample of empty space for us to practice in it. He walked in front of me and reached to the heart of the room. At the centre, there was some sort of loop drawn on the floor. The floor was wooden with pale shades. It was a bit cool here but I liked the way it all was set. I removed my sandals and kept my bare feet on the wooden floor. It felt so revitalizing to do that. I walked up to Mr. Carl, who was already geared up for the dance. He hasn't spoken a word to me from the time we've been walking from that room up till here. I wondered what I should call him.
"Let's begin up. America… is it?" he ensured.
"Yes." I assured him.
"See, I am not here to perform formalities. I am here to make you dance like a dexterous person. To say the least, forget about all the formalities. You may call me just Carl." He said frankly.
This was so good of him. It would really be eccentric to call someone Mr. again and again and as we have to practice a lot together.
"Yeah." I said.
"Shall we begin up with our practice or you need today as a break." He asked.
"No, it's fine. We can start today, if you feel it to be right." I said tirelessly.
"Brilliant, this is what I want in people. I like to teach those people who show interest and are not boring. You get it. Try not being that kind." He said.
This teacher seemed a bit more frank than usual or perhaps he was not light hearted. He spoke truth and believed in hard work. It was a good quality but a unique one in any kind of person.