The Dancer and the Painter

as he began to play the song, but w

da shouted as she stepped in, her duffe

who had been granted temporary access to this studio in orde

duardo said as he pushed hi

d, motioning to the folks following her. Isaac was one

o face Isaac. "I

t shorts and a tank top. It wasn't just me; the majority of the other

ead to Studio D." As the rest of our party began to leave, he grabbed his duffel bag

t a touch on my arm. I turned to face

is eyes. I wouldn't say I liked the fact

know we've only

as going to say to me. I left my sweater behind so that when I glanced up, wide-ey

, and I nearly tripped. "Sarah was

eyes. "No, he does no

d at a smaller, comparable studio area. People were already rehearsing their r

s about you, observes you

seem like a stalker."

e," Eduardo said to me, laughing. "B

ed by rubbing my

tive?" Eduardo cocked his

, considering. "Okay, Isaac is attr

wasn't harsh, yet he was welcoming enough to make everyone feel at ease. Today, I noted that Zen was the so

e wall. My eyes widened at the prospect of him colliding with it, but he pushed himself to vir

trotted back to me, making a faux bow. "It was nothing." I've got a

t to. Eduardo, dressed in sweatpants and a thin jumper over his musc

to practice that one move reg

e ridiculed me, and

ddress me

t of the room. "Please d

self. I was just on my second day, and I was already feeling overwhelmed. I saw

nd doing many pirouettes, stretching out the rotation before

y blackberry and listened to my music. But when I couldn't locate one I li

rmed a

rmed a

exha

exha

missin

sing a lo

me and nearly fell into some

door opening just as I landed on a sluggish brid

k a deep breath, I was stunned. He focused hi

y Cahill, although it w

most like

ense. The same nose. The same lips. The jaw structure is the same. But when I got closer, I saw freckles covering the bridge of his nose. There was also the fact that he was wearing thin-rimmed blac

ities, he was noneth

h

he ran his tongue over h

had developed in my throat

iff." His voice was pleasant, and I coul

e same instructor who had placed me in the limelight the day

nce I had left my

ou can teach me how to go back there...?" I'm still new to the s

s, threw on my sweats, and grabbed my duffel bag to sling over my shoulder. I removed my Blackberry from the ca

Octavia, Zen, or Sarah, but they didn't give me the pleasant sense he did. As we began walking, hi

we turned into the bright corridors to gaze at me.

e as such." My voice wa

ced at me with a little grin on his l

I began stuttering as I adjusted my statements. "So

and his twin brother, but whatever." "I'm in your

him, even though I generally avoided everyon

e stated it with a grin, but it was a rueful one. How could he not be seen in a cro

e neared the open door leading t

with a serious frown on her face, and I slipped it on. "Mr. Cahill, Ms. Acosta, it's nearly six o'clock; don't you both have homework?

s practicing a bit more, and I was working u

n progress?" she i

n a few weeks, and his fiancée Natasha wants an Elite team dancer to work on a dance with my younger brother Phillip for their big wedding." They also want the dancer to teach Phillip a few new technique

cas before shifting to me as I slipped on my sweater. "Tell Mrs. Cahill

was, and shutting the door. Lucas turned to face me, his eyes signif

g to form words. "Y-Yeah, I'll

tepping back and going away. My pulse was racing in my chest, and my hands we