The Tale of a Superlative Dancer

Chapter 1

Her curly strawberry-blonde locks of hair bounced as she danced her heart out on the worn-out hard wood floor. She spun with finesse as the expression on her flawless face became one with the music. Her movements flowed as she danced with grace around the studio. Her long legs were straight as though she had no knees. The magic came to an end as the teacher excitedly barged through the door. “You are a magnificent dancer and I must have you attend my classes!” The surprised young miss was speechless and was highly embarrassed by the fact that the tall, thin dance teacher had been watching her this whole time. “What’s your name?” the dance instructor asked. “Adalia Grove.” She answered astonished. “I understand you are surprised, but I really want you to come to the dance classes that I instruct.” “I don’t know what to say. I would love to atten -” Adalia froze in the middle of her sentence; for she had remembered her dreadfully unpleasant step-mother. “Actually, I can’t, but thank you for the offer.” She started to miserably walk towards her bag with a tear in her eye. “But there must be some sort of explanation! I may not know much about you, and you may not know much about me, but what I do know, is that when I was watching you dance, my heart stopped. A dancer like you should definitely be attending some sort of dance classes! There is always room for improvement, my mother would always say.” Adalia pondered on how she could take up classes and hide it from her step-mother. As she wiped the tear from her eye, she asked the dance instructor, “If I can have your name and some contact information written on a piece of paper, I will get back with you as soon as I can. It might take some time because I have to come up with the money. How much is it?” “I can make an exception and give you a discount, but I can’t afford to let you in for free, especially now; so 12 classes in 1 month would be a total of $300 including the discount. I have to go to the office and write down my contact information. I will be right back.” The dance teacher answered as she left the room. Adalia was dumbfounded by the cost of the classes. She wondered anxiously as to how she was to come up with the money, when the teacher entered the room. “Here’s my contact information, my name is Rose Rockenberg, but you can call me Miss Rose.” Adalia thanked Miss Rose, took the paper, grabbed her things, put on her winter clothes, and left the old building.