El Comienzo (1)

Finally, she was back. Took a deep breath, rang the bell. A little boy opened the door.
"Thank you."

Soft flowing curtains, glass partition doors. Pictures hung on the walls. A long black sofa in a corner, little cushion chairs around. Comfortably homely.

Faces; some familiar, some never seen before. They looked up, smiled, greeted, talked. Friendly faces, warm smiles. She felt so at home.
This is where I want to belong.


Guiro rhythm distantly sounding. The unmistakable 5/4 beat of the Cha Cha. That was the first dance she'd learnt. How long had that been? A year maybe?
Gosh, it's been such a long time. And I miss it so. She sighed.


Her gaze fell beyond the glass door. Watched her seniors chasse across the floor. Straight, slender legs. Dancer's body. Sleek, sharp moves. She watched in awe.
One day, I'm going to glide like them.

"Rhumba, over here..."

Took out her glittery dance shoes and strapped them on. Two and a half inch.

She strode past the glass door along with the others. A row of tall mirrors greeted her. Parquette floor. A Barré against the wall.

A pretty figure standing in front, back facing the mirrors. The familiar face, the ever-charming smile. She knew it so well.

"Hey teacher..."

"You're back..." A glitter in her eyes.