Thread: Dancer's Delight [one | one]

Cecilia offered a sheepish grin when he commented on the length of her breaks. I suppose you are right, but then again I cannot afford to take long breaks. It was a true statement. Cecilia imagined most of the students in the academy came from a wealthy family or at least a family where financial problems were not present. Her family did not fit into that category, but they certainly were not poorthey had enough money to send her to the academy, which was probably more than what the average family salary consisted of. Still, she could not help but to wonder how many students were being forced to attend the academy because their mother, father, or perhaps a grandparent attended. She saw the dull expressions of students quite often although, she doubted they would actual admit their disinterest. The point that was running through Cecilias mind was that surely there were students here who did not want to be here, so it would not have mattered to them as much whether they practiced for a couple hours a week, maximum, or took long, frequent rest periods. Cecilia felt as though not practicing for extreme lengths each and every day, with minimal breaks, would have been a waste of her parents money. She continued to think of these thoughts for another minute, completely unaware of the fact she had been spacing out until she saw his outstretched hand, that is. It took a second for this to register in her mind, another second before her motor skills started to go to work, and she reached out with her hand to shake his. His skin felt pleasantly warm. Mr. Sandino. Cecilia murmured this, more or less to herself, just to keep the name-face association clear. Cecilia Carreno. Ive actually been here a couple of years, but all of my classes are at the other end of this building, she indicated, tilting her head a bit to the side and nodding off in that direction. The corner of her lips twitched upward into a smile at his comment about never seeing her. No, I doubt you would have. If Im not in class Im in this studio. I really dont linger around long enough to talk with others. Cecilia shrugged, although this did not bother her. She was not a recluse, yet at the same time she was no social butterfly. If she had the opportunity to talk that was fine, at least when it came to being outside of the studio. The few friends she did have in the academy two of which she knew outside of dance class knew of her situation, so it did not surprise them when she only waved when they passed each other in the hall. I have seen you before, though, she added, and a slight shiver traveled down her spine now that endorphins were wearing off and she was no longer waltzing to and fro across the studio. I have a friend who has been in your class and she pointed you out to me one day. Cecilia paused for a moment and crossed her arms over her chest. You sound as though youre a rather popular teacher. I suppose Im just one of the unlucky students who havent had the opportunity to be in your class. There was a sort of sing-song tone to her voice despite the fact her body temperature was lowering, she still felt ecstatic from the exercise. She always felt cheerful after her practice sessions were finished, and the glow to her face was a clear indicator of that. I hope Im not keeping you from leaving? she asked as she noticed the bag over his shoulder.