6/25/2007

A True Story-Part 1

I found yet another excuse to leave the classroom, quickly and quietly running up the stairs two at a time into the second floor landing, and holding my breath as my heart was pounding with excitement, I slowly pushed open the door to the auditorium, just enough for my small and skinny frame to pass through, and looking to make sure nobody would take notice of my unwarranted presence, I slipped into a corner below the stage, perched on a metal Arj chair, and watched the rehearsal in progress on the stage. Five or six beautiful young women, 10th and 11th graders, were rehearsing a classical Persian dance, breaking for corrections and changes, and resuming again. I loved that loud music coming through the stage loudspeakers. I loved the dark tight leggings and tops they were wearing. I loved the girls on the stage and how they moved to the beat of that music in unison, competently and attentively. Among them was a girl that was the most beautiful of the group, with a perfect complexion, beautiful eyes, and long dark blonde hair. So confident and together, she looked like none of the others; she looked somehow older and more mature than everyone else in that auditorium, in fact. She was sixteen or seventeen and she was gorgeous. She could also dance, and I wanted nothing more in the world than to be just like her.

3 comments:

SERENDIP said...

Sweet!I will be waiting for part II.

Anonymous said...

Sounds like this is going to be interesting...

Nazy said...

Serendip Jan, Assal Jan, thanks for coming to visit! I am so excited about this story myself! Blogspot is not very flexible, so I cannot hide some of the text and if I were to put up the whole story at once, it would get very long and hard to read. I will do it in parts but I am impatient to tell the whole story! It is a good one, I promise!