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"Come on! Let's go, dance, dance, and dance!!!" My instructor shouted. We had a performance in five hours so we would have a break after one last practice. I worked my hardest at times like these. "Okay and....fini! Perfect my darlings, I will see you on stage." With that my instructor left. He was French, so sometimes he talked in French. He left me with my best friend Bricasa.
"So excited to be back at home?" Bricasa asked.
"No, I can't believe I'm back in Los Angeles. My parents are coming to see the show tonight."
"Oh la, maybe a Dimitri as well?" Bricasa did an eyebrow raise.
I laughed out loud. Bricasa had a funny personality that everyone loved. Of course her amazing looks were beautiful as well. She had short black luscious hair to her shoulder, light blue powder eyes, and she was an inch shorter than my five foot three. I had grown two inches since high school.
I had told her about Dimitri since she was my best friend. I actually told her a long time ago, I didn't think she would remember it so clearly. "I don't think so Bricasa. I haven't seen him for six years. I was fourteen and now I'm twenty. I don't believe in true love."
Bricasa pouted. "You always spoil the fun. Besides that means he is twenty four right now. Older men are yummy. Anyways mark my words; you will fall in love one day. Of course if you're still not the forty year old virgin."
I laughed again. "Funny, now shut up and let's get into costume. Do my make up?"
"Always," she grumbled, I knew she hates doing make up. Later on we were both dressed in tight red leotards. Our faces were not painted, but jewels covered the most part. Our hair was allowed to flow free since in this show we were fairies. It was about how fairies work to destroy an evil dark fairy. It might sound boring but Cirque Du Soleil never fails to amaze.
It was a mess backstage like it always was. "Okay dancers on!" someone shouted. Since only Bricasa and I were the fairy dancers and contortionists. we took it as our cue and went on the stage. They played beautiful music and we danced and danced. We had to be close to the front row seats since they paid the most to see our show. I was doing a very complicated move with my legs up in the air, bending just above my head and almost touching the ground, but still in the air. So it looked like my body was folding except for the arms on the ground, of course holding me up. It was especially difficult since I was doing it on one hand. However hours of training made it easy. I looked over at Bricasa and saw she was doing a few flips in the air. I smiled. I knew she only could do those after hours of training with me.
We both are contortionists. We work hard each day. Minimum five hours daily stretching and practicing. Being a contortionist is serious work, if we miss one day, we could be setback for a month. We have to be in best shape all the time.
I was about to start my flips as well but before I could I looked into the audience. It was a mistake, in the first row right in front of me. Literally less than five feet away were forest green eyes belonging to a very handsome man. I could recognize those eyes anywhere. I faltered in my balance and fell on the ground. I felt my wrist twist in an inhuman way. However years of training, I made it look flawless and on purpose, and of course because of years of injuries, I didn't make a sound. Then I started a couple of aerials, and back flips. I could feel those green eyes staring at me whatever I did. It was unnerving, and distracting. I did our whole routine, and the audience either clapped or said eww during some tricks. It's expected, it's what keeps them entertained. Finally our number was over, and we left to go backstage.
"Ah I screwed up!"
"Trust me Luna. You made it look amazing though. I honestly think I'm jealous," Bricasa exclaimed. She joined the Cirque three years later, but she was still almost as good as me, almost.
"Bullshit. Shit I think I sprained my wrist," examining it carefully. It was a bit swollen and it hurt. But nothing compared the injuries I've had before.
Bricasa looked at it. "It's not bad," I smiled the Cirque Du Soleil's 'bad' was like a coma in the hospital on your deathbed. Broken bones were nothing, so this disgusting swollen, purple wrist was definitely nothing. After three hours, the show was done. "I think we are supposed to meet some V.I.P people now, the front rows."
I paled. Bricasa saw this. "Uh oh, you saw him didn't you?" Bricasa's question went unanswered before our boss of the show called us. I utterly hated him. He was always flirting and perverted, however he was an amazing coach.
"Ah there they are. Bricasa, Luna, theses are gentlemen who wish to meet you." In other words, be nice to the V.I.Ps or you're fire. I looked up from my wrist and gasped. There was Dimitri Vitkenti. I was staring at him and he was staring at me as well. "Well gentlemen these are our star dancers, they work hard and it pays off. Ask them anything you wish, we will be glad to answer your questions.
I knew the Boss was going to add something to me, and I was right. Just before he left, he whispered something in my ear. "Oh, and Luna, if you ever pull a stunt like that again, I want to see you in my office, and that's not a good thing. Also because of that mistake, I added five more hours to training each day, so you're at fifteen hours a day. See you tomorrow at five am." I groaned out loud, and that earned me a glare from him.
