Dispassionate
“Am I pushing you too hard?”
I heard the girl wince behind me as she pushed slightly on my back, with one hand on the bare skin between my shoulder blades and the other on the lower part of my spine, where my leotard dipped downward. My knees were jutting out to either side of me while my spine curved over until my forehead touched the floor. I tried to forget about the dust, sweat and bare feet that my face was now in contact with.
“No, you can actually go further.”
She followed my request and as she did, pain shot through my hips, radiating in my back and causing my legs to go numb, but I said nothing. There was no way to improve flexibility without immense discomfort, and without flexibility, why try to be a dancer? We …show more content…
While stepping out, I inhaled the crisp autumn air, conceding it to insult my nostrils, and to add a pink flare to my skin. It was finally getting colder, which I preferred over the summer heat. Walking to my car, I took notice of the freshly fallen leaves crunching beneath my boots, adding resonance to the otherwise silent night. Sauntering off to my car I somewhat dreaded the rest of my night. I was tired, physically and mentally. I had begun my day by waking up with the sound of an alarm clock too early for my taste, after a long night shift at my job, and then forced myself to eat breakfast and then went to class. After class I had then sat in a coffee shop doing my homework until it was time for my dance lesson. The desperate screams for sleep and muscle rejuvenation were permeating through my mind, but I ignored them. I had …show more content…
While killing the ignition, I saw Rebecca bounding towards my car, a huge, teeth filled grin lighting up her face. I stepped out of my car, arms ready for her tackle of affection. She pulled away and bored into me, her eyes brimming with excitement. As she pulled away, I looked up to give my attention to the figure standing behind her.
“Nice to meet you,” I said as I studied his physique. He looked southern, with cowboy boots and a plaid top.
“You too,” he stepped forward and put out his cigarette. “So you’re the childhood friend huh?”
Rachel separated herself from me and wrapped her arms around his torso, “My very best friend.” She looked at him and gave a whole hearted laugh as she squeezed him. “I’m starving, let’s go inside.”
We all turned and walked to the direction of the door, Rebecca went inside first as we followed. I caught the door in my hand and looked up at him.
“So what is your name?”
“Charlie.”
Oh, I thought to myself. His name is Charlie. I completely missed the mark with that
“Am I pushing you too hard?”
I heard the girl wince behind me as she pushed slightly on my back, with one hand on the bare skin between my shoulder blades and the other on the lower part of my spine, where my leotard dipped downward. My knees were jutting out to either side of me while my spine curved over until my forehead touched the floor. I tried to forget about the dust, sweat and bare feet that my face was now in contact with.
“No, you can actually go further.”
She followed my request and as she did, pain shot through my hips, radiating in my back and causing my legs to go numb, but I said nothing. There was no way to improve flexibility without immense discomfort, and without flexibility, why try to be a dancer? We …show more content…
While stepping out, I inhaled the crisp autumn air, conceding it to insult my nostrils, and to add a pink flare to my skin. It was finally getting colder, which I preferred over the summer heat. Walking to my car, I took notice of the freshly fallen leaves crunching beneath my boots, adding resonance to the otherwise silent night. Sauntering off to my car I somewhat dreaded the rest of my night. I was tired, physically and mentally. I had begun my day by waking up with the sound of an alarm clock too early for my taste, after a long night shift at my job, and then forced myself to eat breakfast and then went to class. After class I had then sat in a coffee shop doing my homework until it was time for my dance lesson. The desperate screams for sleep and muscle rejuvenation were permeating through my mind, but I ignored them. I had …show more content…
While killing the ignition, I saw Rebecca bounding towards my car, a huge, teeth filled grin lighting up her face. I stepped out of my car, arms ready for her tackle of affection. She pulled away and bored into me, her eyes brimming with excitement. As she pulled away, I looked up to give my attention to the figure standing behind her.
“Nice to meet you,” I said as I studied his physique. He looked southern, with cowboy boots and a plaid top.
“You too,” he stepped forward and put out his cigarette. “So you’re the childhood friend huh?”
Rachel separated herself from me and wrapped her arms around his torso, “My very best friend.” She looked at him and gave a whole hearted laugh as she squeezed him. “I’m starving, let’s go inside.”
We all turned and walked to the direction of the door, Rebecca went inside first as we followed. I caught the door in my hand and looked up at him.
“So what is your name?”
“Charlie.”
Oh, I thought to myself. His name is Charlie. I completely missed the mark with that