Dance For Me

Chapter 1

"Karla? Is that you?"

I heard him call as his head peered behind the doorframe of the lounge angering into a furrowed brow while I kicked off my shoes beside the door

"It is late! Please tell me you haven't been at that poxy dance club all night!"

"It's a studio dad.. I was rehearsing! I have an audition tomorrow?"

"Dios mio Karla.. when will you focus on real life? You know go back to school and get your qualifications?"

He huffed following me into the kitchen as I grabbed for a bottle of water ignoring his tone of voice knowing he'd never accept my chosen Avenue of work.. I hadn't yet made any money from dance but it was coming I could feel it!

"I don't want to go back to school papa? I love to dance! That's what I want my life to be.."

"I love race cars but you don't see me speeding around the streets for a dollar now do you!"

He growled before my moms perfume could be smelt entering in behind us, my mind already tired after the days worth of rehearsal struggling to argue back with someone supposed to be in full support..

"Alejandro leave the girl alone! She will make us proud no matter what! I am excited to hear about the audition, Mija is very talented!"

"Talent is not a career Sinu! She must learn to prioritise her life! Am I the only one talking sense here?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes as I swigged back on the cold water within my palm only wanting to escape up into my room where my thoughts could rest in peace, my mom always stood up for me, she knew dance was my passion even considering my dads constant need to disapprove of me.. she'd never let me give up..

"I am prioritising my life! I will get this audition dad! I swear.. I've been waiting my whole life for this?"

"You best hope that you do Karla! I am finished with this nonsense, if this audition doesn't work out you're done with dance do you understand me?"

"Dad I-

"Do you understand me!"

He growled back cutting me off, I glanced over at my mom now silent dipping her head into the counter forcing me to throw the bottle of water in my palm down into the floor before running towards the staircase with a doubt of pain sitting inside of my heart.. I could never give up dance.. never subside to a normal life of office work or shelf stacking? Everything I did revolved around my dream.. every song every I listened to every step I took.. it all lead up to this.. tomorrow.. the audition..

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"Breathe mama.. it's going to be fine!"

Sam prompted running his hand along the back of my shoulder blades as I stretched out my thighs against the cold floor, I couldn't help but be filled with disbelief at his words.. even though I was early the waiting room was full! Tall girls and muscular men all spinning and flaunting as if already attending a million and one auditions.. this was my first

"Look at them all? They're all so good and I'm just-

"Don't say it! Camila you've been dancing your entire life! This is your moment! Anyway, even if this doesn't workout.. there will be so many more you can go to?"