Our Dance

The sunset in New York City may be really pretty. Almost like something from a movie but when you've seen them every single night of your life they become boring. Dancing on the roof of the rich apartment building I live in while the sunsets is one of my favorite parts of the day. Its nice to go from the stressful world below of school and business to the peaceful world of music and dance. I think of my moves making sure I'm not slipping. I've practiced this dance a million times but yet it doesn't feel right. I feel like there's another body missing from the dance. Like I should be doing this with a partner not alone. But no one knows I dance so it's not like I could ask anyone. I just wish I was allowed to do what I love. I just want a normal family. But no my parents want me to take over the business. But that sounds like hell to me. I just want to go to LA and dance. I want to show people my talent. I am not good at business marketing but I'm good at dance. But they don't care because all they ever have worried about is the company. My music stopped and it was replaced with he sound of someone calling me. I stopped mid spin and ran to my phone picking it up and answering it. "El where are you?" My father's voice ran through the phone. Angry as hell. "I'm at home dad." "I told you that you were going to the meeting today but it's to late!" "I'm sorry dad I dont feel good." I lied. Like I always do. "Ellie is something wrong?" "No just school is stressful it's creating headaches. Ya know?" "Yeah okay. Well get some sleep okay?" He didn't sound convinced. "Mhm okay." He hung up the phone without a goodbye. I figured I should stop for tonight. So I went back down the stairs to my families apartment. It's not huge but it's had four bedrooms and three baths. A kitchen and a living room too. Nothing super special. I went to my bathroom and undressed myself getting into the shower. I turned on the water making sure it was warm. I covered my body in the smell of sweet pea from my body wash. And washing my hair with the Honey shampoo. I let the water run over my body relaxing my muscles. I got out and wrapped a towel around my body. I put my dirty clothes in the hamper and grabbed my phone waking out if the bathroom. No one was home still. I wish it would make me sad but I like it more when my parents aren't home. I grabbed a large band tee and a pair of underwear from my drawers. I put them on and got into bed. I turned on my tv and played so tavern playlist from Spotify. I took the towel that I had wrapped around my boat and dried my hair with it. Making sure it was just barely damp. I then threw my hair in a messy bun and put in my glasses. Going over to my desk and opening my laptop. I started working on homework. I had finished all of it when my mom walked in with a salad bought from the store. "I know this isn't the best but I knew you hadn't eaten." She's right this was actually pretty bad for us being super rich. "Thanks mom." I sat at my desk still while she walked out. I ate my salad quickly. I then took my fork to the kitchen and threw away the container. I washed my hands and then went back to my bedroom. And laid in my bed looking at the ceiling. It had a painting of Greek gods on there. I looked at it just thinking about things. It was nice to have something to look at while you think about the negatives. Like how my dad would make me go to the next meeting no matter what. Or like how I still have no friends. I was always to worried about them being friends with me for money that I just never made any. It was safer that way. But also I haven had much time for friends since I was twelve. That's when my parents started having me help with he company. I had never wanted to do it but I was forced to. I wish I could say no to them. But there my parents I have to be somewhat nice to them. Although I do have the teenage girl card I can play. I don't hate fashion and honestly I love it. But dance is where my heart is. I hear my music switch from my tavern playlist to my dance playlist and I can't help but get up. I go to my door and lock it. I go into the middle of my room and start dancing just random moves. I usually don't dance in my room. But while my parents were home?! I must be going crazy but I can't stop myself. I feel free as I do a turn. I feel the passion run through my veins. I do a half jump and land in my feet instantly turning it into a series of small half step turns. I then go into a back bend but my hands aren't toughing the floor I push my knees to the floor. I roll out of it and push my self of the floor with my arms just to do a cartwheel back onto the floor. I hit the floor to hard wiping the breathe from my lungs. I lay there breathing heavily focusing on my heart rate. When I finally get my breathing normal I get up. I lay on my bed turning over onto my side and pulling my Duvet over my shoulder. And letting sleep taking over my body.