Dancing The Tango

Dancing The Tango

Alejandra holds up the wall. She observes her partner gliding across the ballroom floor, making tiny circles with his perfect feet.

Javier is the second best male dancer in their class. He is svelte and perfectly built for pirouetting and enticing the room. He has paper thin lips, cobalt blue eyes, and tinted brown hair. He is a straight and narrow straw, breaking Alejandra's back.

"Allie, are you ready now? Have you found the grace needed for the tango?"

Alejandra's instructor is a weeping looking man with a fake French accent. His voice always sounds like it's about to give and another will take over. Mr. Dubois dances to himself, showing Alejandra what her next move will be.

"Now, you will let Javi carry you, let the music become one with your soul. Feel it! Be graceful, Allie. Again!"

Alejandra bolts from the wall and into Javier’s arms. Javier smiles. He whips her into his embrace, spins her around, then snaps her gingerly in a half-pose just below his waist. She can feel her stomach making music of its own. The tango is her least favourite dance. She shakes herself from Javier’s grip and lunges toward the door.

In the hallway, there is a peace that calms her and renews her spirit. Just as she is racing down the hall, she can hear the welcome call from a sultry voice in the room two doors down.

"Welcome to Waltz In Time. I trust that you are where you need to be and if you aren’t, please find your way there. Beginners only. I am not here to teach professionals, perfectionists, or Know-It-Alls. If you’re one of either, the tango class is down the hall."

Alejandra tucks in her pride, takes a deep breath, and dives into the waltz.

Within seconds, she springs to life.


 

©Tremaine L. Loadholt, 2018. Published with permission of the author.  All Rights Reserved

Photo Credit:
©Michail Shneider

 
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