The dance studio looked peaceful from afar. Alissa stood by the glass door, the only way for her to peek into what's going on inside. She sees what seems to be less than 10 people inside, slowly dancing the waltz by pair. They look so graceful and professional that Alissa hesitated to open the door and walk in. But She saw Paul wave at her, urging her to come in. Sheepishly, Alissa pushes the glass door open and was relived to notice that no one turned to look at who entered this late.
She heard a soft piano instrumental playing in the background as all the pairs kept dancing gracefully. Paul walks over to Alissa to greet her with a smirk. As he approaches her, she observes the way he's dressed and the way he walks with so much manly poise.
"I'm glad you came," He said keeping the smirk on his face,
Alissa shrugged with her hand raised, the camera in her hand, "Yeah, well, I was told to snap any active sport as a subject. That was homework, so."
"Oh, Alissa, I'd gladly be your subject." Paul seemed pleased,
"Yeah." Alissa smirked, "I'll be here." She stood at the corner, aiming her camera at one of the dancers.
Alissa observes the people in the room. They all seem focused on the dance. The dance seem like something classic-but-with-a-hint-of-contemporary, Alissa thought to herself as she snapped at them,
She wondered that maybe they were all very focused, feeling the music so well that they don't even bother to look at her or greet her. It was a relief, she thought, that she didn't have to be greeted because she felt shy and out of place that way. After all, she was just there to take photos.
She snapped and snapped so much of the dancers. She noticed that when they're not looking at her, they're eyes are closed. How professional, Alissa thought. "This is some pretty legit dance club." She mumbled to herself,
Then, she aimed the camera at Paul who danced so graceful with some girl. It looked as if he enjoyed the dance so much,
She caught him glance at her and she instantly smiled lightly as an automatic response,
He kept his eyes on her even if his pace altered with his partner, and Alissa had her eye on him as well with the camera. She snapped a lot of him.
Alissa reviewed just a little of the photos and could not help but smile. She knew that she had perfect shots. She was going to compile them soon, and it would be submitted as a project for the semester. She was excited but she decided not to review everything just yet. She just kept taking photos as much as she could.
Later, Alissa stood up from her corner of the room, turned her camera off and grabbed her bag. Paul noticed her and she waved at him with a light smile, gesturing that she was going to leave. Before she could leave, Paul caught up with her. She turned to him, "I got the photos,"
"Aren't you gonna stay until it ends?"
"I have to go anyway," Alissa says, "It's okay, you can go on. I'll just see you tomorrow."
Paul's smile disappeared into nothing. He nodded, "I'll go with you," he said,
"What? Why?"
"It's late." Paul lied, the Pennywise in him groaned at the hassle, "Wouldn't want you to be in danger." He joked,
Although this sounded serious to Alissa, she declined. She wanted to be in danger, she secretly thought to herself. She wished she would because then maybe the stupid clown would come swooping in, asking for the damn list of children to feed on. But Paul insisted,
"I'll be back. The class is about to end anyway."
"Well, okay." Alissa opened the door, "I'll wait for you outside."
Alissa stands just a few feet away from the studio and she sees a woman walking towards her from the other side of the hallway.
She ignored it, not knowing that the woman would speak to her, "Hey, are you lost?" the keys jiggled on the woman's I.D. lace. Alissa shook her head and denied politely, "Oh no, I'm here waiting for my friend from dancers club."
"Oh really? Someone's still there?"
Suddenly other students start coming out of the door just behind her, making the hallway fill up with chattering noise,
"Yeah," Alissa spoke louder, "Paul's there. Do you know him?"
"Oh, Paul! Paul Brownman?"
Alissa shook her head, "Paul Walsh," she corrected,
"Paul Walsh?"
As the woman repeated his name, Alissa noticed Paul walk out of the room with a bag. She turned to her, "There he is. I'll be going now." Alissa said and walked away and to Paul. They met and finally walked off.
The woman squinted her eyes at the sigh of the two as they disappear into the walls of the hallway, confused, she asked herself, "Paul...Paul Walsh...Who's Paul Walsh?" she questions herself as she walks over to the empty studio behind her. She certainly had never heard of a Paul Walsh, and surely, the classroom he came from was not the dancers club's. The woman brushed the thought off as she was convinced it was probably a misunderstanding.