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"Dancing with the feet is one thing, but dancing with the heart is another." - Unknown
~ Zayn's POV ~
After the teachers and the principal disappeared from the foyer, they opened the doors to the auditorium. I trailed behind my parents and sisters, my hands in my jean pockets loosely.
Sighing silently as we sat down, I fiddled around with my phone as I waited for the three hour performance to start.
Scanning through the performance brochure, which had 'Latest & Greatest' clearly written on the front, I found that Safaa's performances were near the front, which was good. I didn't really want to fall asleep and then get a scolding afterwards from my eight-year-old sister for not paying attention while she was dancing.
Sighing inwardly, I felt someone sit next to me on my left. Glancing to my side, I found it was an old lady - perhaps about seventy or eighty.
The lady saw my gaze and smiled at my. She was quite plump, but gave that kind, friendly persona.
"Hi, miss," I replied, politely.
"Say, you look familiar..."
"That would be because I'm famous... I'm in a boyband..." I pointed out, trying my best not to be impolite and cocky.
"Ah! Yes, yes. Now I understand. And you are here because...?" she trailed off, raising her eyebrow expectantly.
"My sister, Safaa, she performing. What about you?"
"I used to babysit a girl about ten years ago for extra money. Her parents can't come so she always asks me. She's a ballet teacher here," she replied.
I furrowed my eyebrows together as I registered this. Could it be Kiira?
"Why can't her parents attend?" I asked curiously, ignoring the question I just asked myself.
"Something happened about two years ago. I don't know what, no one really knows. She doesn't like to talk about it. I remember her parents weren't around that much, that's why I always as asked to take care of her," she explained, scanning through the concert brochure.
"Ah, here she is! She's on here," she exclaimed, pointing to a picture and a small paragraph next to it on the paper.
All my questions were answered, it was indeed Kiira.