Dance for me 2

Hi everybody I am Harshini and I am 30 yrs old now. I am married and have no kids. My hubby is now in gulf for the past 3 years. Thanks for all your comment on my previous two story. This is not my story but i took it from other site, enjoy reading it and give me your feed back. The next two weeks felt as though they were the hardest and most exhausting of Sada’s life. She practiced hard, reminding her body of so many things she no longer used. Her muscled ached constantly, she slept like the dead, and she almost drifted off in her classes. At night, despite being exhausted, she dragged herself off to the club to watch Alastair Wolfe dance. Despite being tired constantly, Sada didn’t regret working so hard. In fact, she didn’t have time to regret it. It was the night before the competition, and she had ended up going straight home after class. If there was one thing Sada knew, it was to make sure she didn’t over-practice. Her body was exhausted, although not as tired as she would be if she’d practiced too much. Tonight she would stay home. Even though I want to see Alastair dance again, she thought, sighing heavily. Sada dropped into the papasan chair in the living room of her apartment and put her feet up on the matching footstool. She wouldn’t miss practice, but she would miss Alastair. Foolish, she thought, rolling her eyes at herself. I don’t even know him at all. It was dumb to miss a guy she didn’t even know, but Sada had become intrigued by Alastair immensely over the past two weeks. He was good-looking, a fantastic dancer, and she sensed there was something beneath the surface. Some sort of sorrow, she thought, chewing on her lower lip. I can’t figure out why; he dances so joyously. Tonight Sada could be there in her mind only, so it would not be a chance to figure out more of the Alastair Wolfe mystery.

At first, when the little dancer showed up at the club the next night, Alastair was flattered. It was obvious by her demeanor that she’d only come to watch him. However, when she’d shown up the next night, and the night after that, he’d begun to get a little creeped out. Sometimes her friends were with her, but much of the time she was alone. Alastair began to find her intense gaze to be highly disconcerting. Occasionally he had the strange thought that she could see right through him. Tonight, as he readied himself to dance, he tried to keep her out of his mind. As odd and creepy as it was to have her there so often, there was something about her that caught his eyes. It’s because she dances too, Alastair thought, as he settled his jacket into place. Maybe some of our other patrons do, but I know she does. She, of all who watched, could truly appreciate his talent. It had been a long time since he’d experienced that, and it felt good, knowing someone saw that he was too good to dance here. Tonight turned out to be interesting. As soon as he stepped out in front of the crowd, Alastair realized that the little dancer was not there. Her friends were, however, and they all hooted wildly when he came on. He was surprised to feel a small niggling of disappointment that she was absent tonight. Maybe she got bored, he thought, feeling distinctly annoyed. Alastair could only do so much on this stage here; he couldn’t come close to the variety and difficulty he loved. For the moment, he would have to ignore the fact that she was gone and concentrate. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he was a little off. None of the crowd seemed to notice, but he knew if the little dancer was here, she would have seen. This is getting ridiculous, Alastair thought, scowling to himself as he left the stage at the end of his performance. Maybe I should just try to meet her. Except that she wasn’t here tonight, so he would just have to wait until she was.

That will fix this, he thought, as he turned on the shower. Once I meet her in person she’ll be just like every other girl. If there was one thing Alastair was bitter about, it was most definitely girls. He wondered how well he would dance if he wasn’t constantly burdened with the heaviness of betrayal and depression. He needed joy in his dancing, the way that little dancer had moved the first night she’d come. Once clean and dry, Alastair began pulling on his clothes. He heard footsteps behind him, and spun around. There was Grant, with the three friends of the little dancer. Surprised, he straightened, smoothing his hands over his t-shirt. What do they want? he wondered, staring down at them. All of them were shorter than he was. At six foot six inches, there were few people who weren’t shorter than him. Alastair smiled as the girls approached, then glanced at Grant.

“These girls wanted to meet you,” Grant explained. “Usually I don’t allow it, but they begged. Said it was really, really important.”

Alastair frowned. “Grant, I don’t think this is wise…”

“It’s only for a minute,” The blond cut in. “It’s about our friend…you’ve seen her, I’m sure.”

“The little dancer,” Alastair responded. “What about her?”

The Latino girl giggled. “Oh, chico, you don’t even know! She’s been watching you every night for inspiration.”

“That I know,” Alastair retorted. “Inspiration for what?”

All three girls looked at each other, exchanging looks the spoke clearly; they weren’t sure they should be telling him this. Makes it all the more interesting, he thought, fighting a smile. Then again, if it had to do with the little dancer, it was bound to be interesting, anyway. Alastair gave himself another shake. There was nothing special about this girl. She only reminded him of the days when he was still dancing how he loved, that was all.

“Did you know about that dance contest?” The blond asked. “The one the radio station is holding?”

“Yeah,” Alastair answered. “Is she entering?”

The Latino girl nodded. “Indeed. You see, though, it’s the first time she’s danced this way in years. She had an…incident. All her confidence is gone. Now she’s gonna try again, after watching you.”

“We’re her friends, by the way,” The red head put in. “I’m Heather, the blond is Farah, and this is Gina.”

Alastair’s eyebrows lifted. “And she is?”

“Sadira,” Farah said. “Or Sada for short. Anyway, we want you to go watch her.”

Alastair’s eyebrows lifted further. Just a wee bit pretentious of them, isn’t it? he thought. Maybe she doesn’t want me there. Judging by the guilty looks on these girls’ faces, that was probably the case. He reached for he light coat he’d brought with him, ready to just leave, when the Latino, Gina, spoke up again.

“It would mean a lot to her,” She said. “Just…make sure she doesn’t see you until after she dances.”

Alastair sighed. “When is it?”

“Tomorrow night,” Farah replied. “Make sure you’re there, Mr. Inspiration.”

Watching them walk away, Alastair bit his lip. Did I just commit myself to this? he wondered, frowning. He realized that, in a way, he had. From the first moment the little dancer had caught his eye, he’d got himself tangled with her. Because he simply was unable to ignore her. Alastair pulled his coat and shrugged lightly. Tomorrow was his night off; he supposed there could be worse ways to spend it. Sada paused outside the ring created by ropes strung between bright orange construction cones. The crowd pressed against her. It was her turn to dance now, and she was freaked. Although she had practiced hard, she just wasn’t sure she was ready. Now she paced, staring at the open area meant for dancing. I feel kinda silly, Sada thought, finally stepping over the rope. Maybe I should just stay as a has been. Originally she was going to wear a simply black leotard, but her friends had protested. Now she wore a short plaid skirt and a sheer black, long-sleeved top over the leotard. Judging by the male howls and catcalls, the outfit was perfect. Sada felt her cheeks begin to heat. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, listening as the music began to creep up behind her. A moment later it burst into a crescendo, and she was moving. Having studied Alastair all week, she moved much like he did. Sada began with a series of leaps, one a sideways split, another a twist in the air, a third just something small and simple. The patterns were ones she could do in her sleep, and she moved through them easily, up on her toes through most of it. Sada found she could spring easiest from that position, into her highest flying moves. And she could fly; she could get height that a gymnast would be envious of.

As the music played, she found herself getting into it more and more. Despite what seemed a shy, quiet demeanor, Sada loved attention. She glowed under the gazes and cheering of the watching crowd. A smile curved her lips, widening until her teeth flashed brightly beneath the black lights Her hair flew around her like a dark, miniature maelstrom. She flowed from the tips of her fingers to the tips of toes. It was going perfectly until almost the last moment. Sada felt her toes catch on the ground, and knew she was going to fall. The instinct that made her so great when she was younger was still there; in the back of her mind she knew that know one had any idea what her routine was supposed to be. Moving with the fall, she tumbled into a somersault, and came out of it on her knees. Sada sprang up immediately into a stretching leap, to the cheers of the crowd around her. She wasn’t going to let that small bauble stop her now. As the music came to a close, she spun a final time, a triple twirl on the balls of her feet that kicked up dirt. Stretching her arms above her head, she finished with her fingers poised to the tips, one leg crossed elegantly before the other, and head thrown back. Light gleamed off the sweat of her face, making her skin glow. Sada felt distinct relief at finishing, and a thrill of joy as people clapped and shouted.

“Sada Scarlett, ladies and gentlemen!” The announcer called.

Grinning, she trotted out of the ring, leaping lightly over the rope. Hands slapped her on the back as she passed through. That was great! Sada thought. If she could have seen herself then, she would have seen her eyes bright with gold flecks among the green. As it was, she saw only one thing, something that made her mouth drop open in horror and shock. Alastair stood before her, grinning broadly. Sada felt her cheeks turn bright red, until she thought she might look like a tomato. Alastair smiled down at the little dancer. She was definitely shocked to see him, for certain. And not pleased? he wondered, feeling oddly unsettled by that. Realizing how uncomfortable she must be, he closed his fingers around her wrist, and pulled her away from the crowd. Sada followed willingly, no doubt too stunned to protest. Alastair tugged her along until they were a decent distance from the crowd, then let her go and turned to face him.

“Your friends asked me to come,” Alastair explained quickly. “They said I was your inspiration.”

Sada’s cheeks heated. “I uh…I guess so. I mean…I didn’t ask them to ask you…”

“I know,” Alastair assured her. A smile tugged her lips. He’d been watching her so intently throughout the dance. Indeed, he could see how he’d inspired her; in two short weeks she’d picked up the basics of his style. Alastair had also seen her come close to falling, and her last second change into a tumble. He’d been impressed by her cleverness and enthralled by her movements. She’s very graceful, he thought, smiling down at her.

“So uh…did I do all right?” Sada asked, staring down at her toes.

“You were great,” Alastair replied. “I think you should win.”

Sada shook her head. “I can’t beat those break dancers But that’s okay. It was good for me to do.”

I think you’re wrong, little dancer, Alastair thought. I think you slaughtered those break dancers He turned towards the crowd as the announcer stepped up on a chair, trying to get everyone’s attention. Beside him he saw Sada look up, her green eyes bright and eager. Crossing his fingers behind his back, Alastair waiting with baited breath.

“And the winner…” The announcer began dramatically. “Is….Gianna!”

Alastair frowned. He seen this Gianna perform; she’d practically been pole dancing. Glancing over the crowd, he could see that there was easily more men here than women. That explains it, he thought, looking down at Sada. There was obvious disappointment in her bright green eyes. Alastair couldn’t help but feel annoyed and outraged on her behalf.

“You should have won,” He told her. Sada shrugged. “It’s not that big a deal.”

“You were better than her,” Alastair insisted. He grinned. “Maybe I’m biased, seeing as you were dancing my style. I don’t like to be beaten.”

A slow smile crept onto Sada’s lips. She lifted her head, all the pluck going back into her stance as her head came up. A spark of mischief dazzled her eyes. Uh oh, Alastair thought, she is trouble in a small, cute package.

“Maybe it’s your fault, then,” Sada said, eying him. “Maybe I was wrong to be inspired by you.”

Alastair snorted. “I’m better than all of these chumps here. You know that…it’s why you wanted me to come see you.”

“I did not!” Sada protested.

Alastair turned his gaze on hers, and she blushed. Surprisingly, she didn’t seem upset that he had turned the tables on her. Rather she perked up further, her smile broadening until her teeth flashed. She’s really quite beautiful, he thought, admiring the curve of her full, soft mouth. Alastair fought the sudden urge to kiss her. She was young, sweet, and innocent; not the kind of girl he should be fooling around with.

“I’m sorry they bothered you,” Sada said quietly. She had begun walking, no doubt towards her car.

“Don’t worry,” Alastair assured her. “Should I walk you to your car?”

Sada snorted. “I don’t have one. I’m taking the bus.”

“The bus!” Alastair wrinkled his nose. “No, you aren’t. I’m giving you a ride home.”

Sada paused, and he thought she was going to refuse. Then she smiled, bright and dazzling, and he realized just what he was doing. Alastair hadn’t really trusted anyone since Melissa, but something about this little dancer charmed him. She was sweet, and came off as being almost painfully genuine. He found himself leading her to his motorcycle. They were both quiet…and she looked tired. Alastair handed her his helmet, and helped her up onto the motorcycle behind him. She closed his arms around him, pleasantly tight and snug, and he sighed. It had been several months since he’d had a girl in his life, even if they were only casual relationships. Sada’s warm, soft body felt exquisite. Stop it, damn it, Alastair thought. She’s too much like Alanna for me to be attracted to her. He wasn’t attracted to her; he was merely frustrated. That was all.

Once Sada had gotten over her initial shock, she’d been pleased by Alastair’s presence. He’d come to see her dance; her, a no body, who meant nothing to him. And then he’d offered her a ride home and her heart had soared. This is odd for me, she thought, leaning against him and squeezing her eyes shut as the motorcycle roared down the road. It wasn’t like Sada to develop crushes on guys; not since that incident when she was fourteen had brought her the scorn of the boy she’d been infatuated with. I need to get over that, she realized. Just like I danced tonight, I need to get over my fear of guys, too. It was a big thing for Sada to admit to herself, but she understood why it was coming at this time. It was Alastair. Just like the boy she’d been so crazy over, he was a fabulous dancer. He was better looking, though. And, if Sada was honest with herself, that boy had been such a jerk. Alastair seemed like a sweetheart. After all, he’d offered her a ride home. They pulled up in front of her apartment a few minutes later, and Sada sat back with a sigh of relief. The motorcycle might have been sexy, but it was also terrifying. She climbed off, feeling a little wobbly, and pulled the helmet off. Looking at Alastair, she realized for the first time since he’d ask that he friends could have taken her home. Oh well, Sada thought, handing the helmet back to him. This was by far worth it.

“Thank you for coming to see me,” Sada said quietly, staring at her toes. “It meant a lot to me. You really did inspire me.”

Alastair smiled. “Glad I could be of service.”

“Well uh…good night,” Sada stammered.

She turned to head into her apartment, fishing for her keys. They were actually clipped to her belt loop, but she was feeling dazed, and for a moment had trouble finding them.

“Sada!” Alastair called.

Startled, she turned and peered over her shoulder at him. “Yes?”

“Don’t let this stop you,” Alastair said. “You can really dance. Don’t give up.”

A smile spread on Sada’s face. She watched him, clutching her keys tightly to her chest, until he had driven away. Feeling as though she was on top of the world, she turned and bounced into her apartment. I’m not going to give up, she thought, as she dropped down onto the couch with an exhausted smile. Sada knew there was many competitions she could enter. Couple competitions, she thought, a smiling curving her lips. Maybe I should find myself a dark haired, tall, handsome, sexy partner named Alastair. Mail me back and tell me how did u like my experience. my mail id is [email protected].