Chapter fourteen

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"She's the type of flower that still grows after a wildfire." -Acrews

Natasha's POV.

After a cold shower and many washes of my hair, I was finally calm and clean. Leonardos mum always seems to get under my skin. She told me her name and then she doesn't bother using mine even though she knows it! 

I realized that since we had gotten here I hadn't had me time or called my aunt.

I pick up the phone and dial in her number.

"HEY! I was starting to think you had forgotten about me." She said.

I smiled.

"I would never forget about you," I said.

"So tell me all the details." She said.

So I spilled it to her. Everything that has happened in the past few days.

"Hun I'm so sorry. I didn't expect you to find your Mum. My sister was a coward since she was young. But you can't still be upset." She said.

"Honestly Tantin I don't know what to feel. There is so much feeling floating in me right now. I keep telling my heart to stop getting involved in everything because its job is just to pump and keep me alive but it doesn't listen." I whine.

"Honey tell me how you feel when you with that man," she said.

Just thinking of him caused me to smile.

"I feel like a princess, my heart will stop for a bit, and then sometimes it does a somersault when he calls my name. When I'm with him I feel all tingly and happy. I can be crazy and sometimes serious without it being a problem. I can tease him or give him a hug." I stop for a bit, a bit sad with the uncertainty that I felt.  "But sometimes I wonder if it's the same way he feels about me. I wonder if when he looks into my eyes, time stops. Or when our hands brush it sends electricity through his body."

"Honey you really seem to like this man. And I know he feels the same way about you. I mean the way he looks at you, cares about you. I know love when I see it." She says.

"I just feel so confused. I don't want to suffer heartbreak. Or imagine things that aren't real. I can't wait till we get back home because then life will go back to normal and I won't have to fake being his girlfriend." I said. Then I only realized then that I had allowed that to slip.

"You are pretending to be his girlfriend?!" Tantin shouted.

"Geez, now my ears are bleeding. Can you say that any louder?" I said.

"Sorry. So how does it feel playing that role?" She said.

I sighed.

"I wish it was the truth that we didn't have to fake it but that's his choice, I'm just playing according to the rules," I said.

"Anyways hun. I have to call you later. It's late here and I started a new job so tomorrow is my first day. Let's chat when you get home alright?" She said.

"Sure. Love you." I said.

"Love you more." She said. Then the line was dead.

I sighed and fell into the bed.

Why had life gotten so confusing?

I love this feeling and hated it at the same time. How can someone feel like they are floating in the clouds, but falling at the same time? Love can sometimes be so delusional. 

I shook my head, hoping the thought would just scatter. Then I decided it was my time. I need to destress.

"Dance," I said.

I pulled out my leotard and changed.

I was going to dance my worries away. I step on the stage and began to think of why I started dancing, my teacher used to pressure me the letter I wrote to them before I left:
"The rush. The grace. The feeling I get when I dance. My heart beating faster and faster and faster. Until everything falls silent. It's me and the music. Just me and the rhythm.

My heart is beating, my feet are moving
My head is spinning, I hit it. A switch turns on inside of me. I'm in it to win it now. I want that platinum, I want to make you proud of me mom, 

I want to be the dancer you want me to be. But this is just not it.

You ruined this, you told me I wasn't good enough.
Do this, do that. Who cares?
Do I look like a prima ballerina to you?
I am not tall, I am not lanky
I am not skinny, I am not light

And I am sorry I am not you. 

You can push me, stretch me, pull me in all different directions. To do what?
Make me more flexible, more graceful, more, you.

You have beaten me down with your words, so much that the one thing I loved most in the world has slowly been slipping away from me. Dance doesn't define who I am, It is who I am.
Dance is me. I am dance.

I'm big-boned, I have strong muscles
I'm not graceful when you tell me to hit it hard, I hit it with intensity, with power. Don't ask me to prance around in a pink tutu. I won't. Put me in harem pants, and a baggy sweatshirt. Throw some beats down. And I'll groove it
Pop it, slide it, lock it. Sharp smooooooth. So many different moves,

Some don't even have names. No Fouetté, or jeté. No relevé, or adagio
What do these even mean? Do I look French to you? I'd rather body roll
Chest pop And just let my body do the talking
I don't dance to impress you
I don't dance to please your needs
I don't dance for high scores
I dance to express the words I cannot speak"

I had written that ready to give up but my aunt talked me to keep going and I'm so happy I did. I love dance more than anything in the world.

And nothing can stop me.

I put all my emotions into my contemporary piece. This is who I am, this is me.

Lorenzo POV.

After that little talk with Mum. I went on a search for Natasha.
I opened the room door but found it empty. I looked in the bathroom but the same outcome.

I ran to Massimo's room but he wasn't there neither was Natalie.

"GUYS?!" I shouted. I went downstairs to my mums' study and she wasn't there either.

"This is strange," I say to myself.

Where did everyone go?

Soon I hear music coming from the dance floor.

I move towards it and find the whole household crowded at the big door.

"What going on here?" I ask.

"See for yourself," Massimo said pushing me to the front.

And there was my angel dancing a contemporary piece.

Flitting about the stage as would a sparrow, she wields the weapon that is, beauty with the grace of one trained in the art of being utterly flawless. Whirling an inch off the floor as would a sycamore leaf just about to hit the earth, she hide the treasure that is strong with the mask of one trained in the art of seeming weightless. Slipping effortlessly from foot to foot as would a tiger, she deliver the gift, which is a performance with the presence of one trained in the art of confidence itself.

She dances. Alone. In such grace and poise. Positioned in between the tallest buildings. On stage
In the spotlight. Twirling and twisting. Not a hair out of place. Not a step out of line.Not a breath unplanned. Trained to be accurate
Self-destructing, but so well collected. The most beautiful dancer the world has ever seen.

When the music ends there are multiple claps. She bows to the crowd with the relief and joy of one who has never experienced such as in all her small eternity.

"She's the most graceful dancer," Mum whispered in my ears.

I beam. Turning to Natasha her face red as ever I picked her up and span her around.

"You were excellent," I said.

"I was only practicing." She replied blushing.

"If that was the practice then the presentation will be amazing," I said.

"Don't flatter me." She says pushing me. "Anyways I have a ball to get ready for."

I grabbed her arm pulling her retreating figure back.

"Listen I'm sorry for earlier my mum should treat you more with respect. Also, I'm very sorry for not siding with you when she chased you out of the room." I said sincerely.

"You are forgiven. Now can I go find a dress to wear for the ball?" she asked.

"You could come in a paper bag and I wouldn't mind," I say.

She arches her brow.
"Oh yes, I brought you a dress," I said.

"How did you know my size?" She asks.

"I have my sources. Come one let me show you." I said.

We went upstairs and at the back of my closet I pulled out her dress smiling.

"Here it is," I said showing her.

Her smile faded. "I don't like it."

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Hey, guys hope you like this chapter. Sorry for such a longgggg wait. I was very busy with school and stuff. Thank you for the reads and votes.

Dress Lorenzo got Natasha. ⬇️

The ballet expression I got at this website
https://hellopoetry.com/words/ballerina/

I really loved how the expressed it. I didn't want to take any credit so I thank all the writers who wrote this.
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