Soul Dancer

Chapter 1: Inspires

"Mom, I think I will join that Dance class" I told mom
"Honey, you know, you remember you used to join A LOT of classes back in the past? And you gave them all up, remember? This time?" Mom threw a hard shade back at me.
"Yes! Because I don't like those back then!" I almost yelled
"Yeah? Then you do this time?"
"At least mom, just.. Just let me try." I said showing off the worst hesitant.

Mom was right somehow, I had like four or five classes on dancing and they stressed out across my childhood.
Those were the kids classes those days, bad days, when I didn't even like dancing, I hate dancing so much back then that even my teacher felt annoyed whenever she saw my face.
I don't know how this class would probably work out with me but who cares, I need to get in shape and be a little more flexible during the summer.

I took part in the Contemporary dance, hoping to make some changes different from what I learned in the past.

The teacher is a guy, I don't like this. I met so many guy dancers and they have never been nice if not awful.

We started with some stretching and a little yoga exercises. I started doubting the quality of the course since it took too long to do some stretching moves. If this is Contemporary dance I think I have mastered it.

"Okay class, stand up we are going to make some choreography for the song" my teacher said

He got that pleasantly nice smoky voice.

"We first go like this, sit down, your back on mirror, head down, hands hugging your body and slowly scratch through the back"

I followed it as I imagined how awkward I would look like.

"No kid, not like that" my teacher walked up to me "it's like you are hugging, like embracing your own self, hands go slowly around your body" he demonstrated it slowly "there you go, kid, well done"

Did he just call me "kid"? Who is your kid then, you are just a little older than me, who is your kid?

"Everybody, the music will have some bold beat and at the first one we lift our head up, it's like you are being freaked out or something"

How to know what is a "bold beat"

Everybody seems to have "0" difficulties in picking up the choreography, not me.

I stayed a little more after the class, just to ask something more.

"Hey, can I asked you a little" I walked to my teacher.
"Yes, what is that? My teaching methods have problems?" He smiled
"No, it's amazing. Like.. Um like I can't seem to be able to pick up the choreography"
"Okay, let me show you, come down to the ground" he smiled "first you go like this, and you put your hand through your mouth and look at your hand while rolling your wrist, imagine you are trying to catch some invisible thing in your palm"
I followed each move roughly. I can't make it a little more flexible, it seems impossible.
"Alright, I get your problem" he stopped me "the problem is that you have to really just feel your soul dancing, like send your soul to each move, like in the way you move, your hands move, your body, the whole body you have to put them all in the music, even the way you breathe, it has to mean something according to the music, they all have to make sense in some ways you know." he took a deep breath "and that is contemporary dance, to be able to feel your soul, make it dance, free all the deep feelings you've been hiding."
"Maybe I can't dance then" I said, remember what my mom had told me that morning.
"Yes, you can." He smile "stand up and follow me"
He took my hand and he showed me some basic moves.
"Just overall you have to breathe, forget about everything, let the music be your leader"

Split second and I started to really feel the music, the bold beat, the upper beat, the blur beat, and all of a sudden, my body started moving and form some random moves.

"Yes, you are getting it, keep going" his warm voice, the echo in my head

He took my hand, took me to the most elegant moves going across the room and slowly he spin me around.

He let go off my hand.

I'm facing the corner, the dark one, and the cold one.