There was this girl for whom dance was a passion. She dances all day long, every day. This was the only thing that thrills her. Her family and friends wait to get the happiness on her face as she sizzles down the dance floor. Right from her school days, she was best known as the Dance girl, in place of Dream girl for the guys. She comes to her spirits, and jams her way through the dance. There were perhaps admirers for her, a huge trail of fans… There were lots of friends, who wanted to get this spark of dance from her to get into a party mood. She always hinted she looked for that perfect dance partner that could bring her steps to completion. That would be the perfect match maker in her life as well. There was Billy, who often get to be her dance partner in school performances.. He danced well, but there wasn’t that thing in him, that could make her dance really special. Though he was the best dancer out of the lot. Jo tried to dance to impress her, but poor guy, the more he tried, less sensuous his steps become and give a reason for people to laugh. He was known as the “dance loony’ – who’s an embarrassment to dance. But lot more he admired her way of dancing. Jenna felt sorry for him. Mike was a bully, but he danced well on the floor. He never got chances to make it up the stage, as his attitude stinks for the organizers. Jenna liked his dancing style, as she said he relishes when he dances. That’s the part that makes a dancer - and he has got
it. That was the school days – lot more fun, lot more fans, and lot more reasons to laugh. Whenever there was spare time , she talked about dance and the art of dancing to her friends – Joanna n Maureen, near the stone park, their usual hangouts during free hours. They listened to her becoz it created a pleasant n jolly mood around her as she said it, and they get a taste of it, they could use them in their performances as well. Dance is something that has to come from within , she used to say– u have to feel the happiness in you when u dance. This gives a sense of confidence that’s strong enough to wade away any belittle signs. U dance to let your feelings out, and when the feelings are true, your dance is true, your art is honest. It’s this honest art that pass on the message to others. Its then that they enjoy and your dance becomes their visual treat. When they see you enjoying your art, they enjoy seeing your art. That’s what she believed.Then came college days. She moved to a different place, a very strange place for her to be – where there were no fun, no art – no dance. It was heart-breaking as no one supported her. People doubted her future in dance, as a profession. She believed she was less matured to take a decision about her future, and started to pursue a cemented job course. Little did she know, this meant not discovering more of her art. The strict schedule drained her from her creative ideas. She slowly started inclining to the nerdy side, less concerned of her art. She gradually started losing confidence in her. Her mind was set for a goal on, to do her studies well, and get placed in a highly professional company. After two years dragging her days in college, she lost all interest in herself. She even skipped the reunion party kept in her school. She didn’ want her friends to see the opposite of what they expected in her to be.All her friends arrived late after the party. People were bugging her , calling her to come. But she wouldn’ come.She believed she’s no longer that spirited girl, the happiness – sprinkling girl of the school days. People asked her to change her attitude and see world with a different eye. She was doing this for the past two years, suppressing the desires that was already discouraged by her fellow classmates n friends in the campus.
She stopped believing in herself. She wanted help – someone to understand her honestly. She was scared to open her mouth as everyone would point fingers at her attitude again. Her third year in college saw something different. There was this one mega- show put to showcase your talent. But she was so scared to think about her participation. She no longer had that old confidence. She believed she’s only trained to be an entrepreneur. The show went off. There were many rocking artitists who showcased their talents on stage. The hip-hop dances were good. The lead dancer in the troupe was amazing. She felt his feet moved the perfect way. All eyes were on him as he gave his power-pact performance. There were beautiful female dancers as well. They sizzled their way sweetly n sensuously on the stage, reminding her of her old days.She doubted if she could match steps with them.One day she was taken to a party with friends. There were everybody happy, people started pouring onto the floors for some jives. She felt good and odd as she had not been doing this for a long time. She came to the floor, all her friends were enjoying their time on the floor, she tried to shake a leg, but alas!! That special feeling had gone out of her. She was not able to dance the way she had danced before. She tried again n again, she tried to laugh out loud- to be happy, and to dance. But no, it wouldn’t come. She was invisible, people were doing much of their things. The lights were dim on the floor. There were light flashes, brightening up the spirits of people there. Then, there was this turn of a duet dancing, friends around her were busy searching for some dance partners. There were guys coming from all corners to ask her friends out for the dance. She moved stealthily, she believed she really was invisible. She moved towards her table, then suddenly she felt her arm pulled back softly from behind. She turned around. There was this boy standing, his grip on her hand was so warm. “ May I have the honor to dance with you?” , he asked her
She was dazed by the lights, and shocked by this unexpected action, that she couldn’t’ speak a word. He led her to the dance floor. He held his arm softly on her waist, and took her other hand – the music started, and he moved her slowly across the dance floor in the most elegant dance move she had ever experienced. She was trying to look into his eyes, the flash lights showed his perfectl
y chiselled features. There was this very pleasant feeling seeping into her as they together advanced each dance step. He made a spin, a bow, a dip and elegant moves in tune with the divine rhythm. She felt she was in a trance, her limbs taking her in the most beautiful walk she had ever had. She took on the rhythm and they began dancing their way together. She couldn’t believe she was dancing this way, which she believed she had long forgotten. She felt the people dancing around them noticing them. The others slowly ceased their moves, and started enjoying this special couple dance. People started clapping and cheering around. She felt warmth so comfortable and a feeling so strong in his arms that made her rouse her passion for dance. They made so slick, beautiful moves together, that showed the perfectionism and passions of the dancers on the floor. They danced together for hours, not getting tired , swaying all the way giving visual treat to the onlookers. The music ceased, and she was posed in an elegant dip by him. There was this moment of silence, a sparkle in his eyes she noticed, then the silence broke. There was this umpteen clapping and cheers that she hadn’t got in her time in school even. People came forward and embraced the couple who gave a splendid performance together. Friends came to her and pepped they haven’t imagined her to dance this way, that it was so beautiful. Others came and said “ they never seen such a beautiful dance happening before their eyes”. She was dazed, she was happy, she said many ‘thank-you’s and got tired of the flatterings rushing to her from all corners. Then she stopped. She didn’ feel that warm grip on her anymore. She looked around. The boy had gone. She was surrounded by her many fans.to be continued …
by Tracy Austin (S7 CSB 2011batch)
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