Dance in his battlefield

Chapter 6

The door throws open, a soft flower scent hits my nose. I hold my jaw from dropping in awe. The black-painted walls looked like it would swallow light but the dim candle light balanced.

“Welcome miss, he's still in the meeting room,” a beautiful lady smiled as she ushered us in.

I lowered myself into the soft couch, it felt like sitting on a cloud.

“Would you like to have something?” I decline as Adele did.

“Great. He wants me to take you to the dance room. He will be out in 5,” I loved how she maintained a smile all through.

The lady led the way down another quiet hallway, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. The scent of flowers lingered.

“This way,” she said, pushing open a set of double doors.

The dance room was nothing like I expected.

Wide. Almost too quiet.

The wooden floor shone like it had just been polished. In the corner, a television hung on the wall, volume lowered.

I stepped in slowly, my sneakers barely making a sound.

“Wow,” I whisper, turning slightly. The lady walks towards the television, raising the volume.

The voice from the television cut through the silence.

“…authorities have confirmed this to be the fourth case in two weeks. Residents are advised to remain cautious…”

I turn toward the screen.

The yellow police tape, the crowd, a covered body being wheeled away. The environment was familiar.

“Benson lane?” I whisper with hopes that I was wrong.

“it’s sad but I believe authorities will take care of it,” she heads towards the door. “If you need anything, tap the button by the door and someone will be here,” she bows slightly and leaves.

Mrs. Adele followed my gaze, “that's your neighborhood?”

I nod slowly.

“Then no late nights, you know what? Stay with me at the academy.” She was panicking more than I was.

“Don’t start,” I replied, reaching for the remote, “The media likes to exaggerate things, I'll be fine.”

“Fourth case? That's not exaggeration,” Stepping closer to the screen, I paused, then I turned it off.

“I'll be fine,” I assure her.

I can't afford to drag her into my mess.

She sighs. “if you say so.”

The door behind us creaks open.

I turned.

I had seen so much beauty the moment we drove into his estate but him? He embodied luxury in living form. His height was straight out of those books, perfect. His lengthy hair was packed behind. His skin had the glow of a candle, the black shirt on white pants blended well. But it wasn't a dance fit.

“I am soo sorry, one of the meetings that leaves you boiling. I had to take few minutes to cool off,” he embraced Adele as she laughed softly.

“Well, meet Elara,” I freeze, wishing she asked for my permission before the introduction.

He comes closer, it felt like a wall closing up on me. “Thank you for accepting,” he smiled.

I could feel my legs get heavy and wobbly at the same time.

I nod.

Fuck! I'm nodding!!!!!

“Let's have dinner. I'll have the song sent to you so you listen to it well, then we start tomorrow. I want you to be creative, no restraint. Are we good?” He stretches his hand for a shake.

I nod again. Am I a mute?

“Yes,” but my voice comes out as a whisper. I shouldn't have spoken, I can hear myself screaming in shame.

He turns around, discussing with Adele as they head out. I followed slowly, realizing I left his hand hanging.

I step out of the car, bowing slightly to thank the driver who opened the door. Then I wave at Adele who sat behind the car. I had one of the best dinner, a free ride home too.

I smile, while I ascend the staircase slowly.

My room smelled like butter. I had promised I'd bake something today. Must have left the butter out.

I fall right onto my bed, closing my eyes to savour everything that happened today. My memory flashed back to the police tapes, “I'll be fine,” I whisper calmly.

Bruno.

I hate that his face lingered in my mind.

“You're a lost cause,” I laugh loudly. My eyes catch the night sky, I move closer to the window. The sky was peaceful. Everything reminded me of my day, calm and peaceful.

The shooting star caught my eyes, I readjust, clamping my hand together.

“I wish for peace, more of today.”

I open my eyes.

I don't believe in wishing upon stars, however, when things feel smooth, it is a sign of danger ahead. The universe needs to hear my desire for peace.

I pull out my phone, the soft melancholy melody of the song soothed my soul.

“Great taste for music,” I smile. Shutting my eyes as I drift off.