The next few days weighed heavily on my emotions as a result, there were all over the place. There were days I seemed happy and some days I just wanted to tear up. I was so glad for the job at the dance academy. I liked spending time there with my two best friends. They helped to distract me from the recurring thoughts in my head and the sense of loss that would come over me.
One such time, I heard Keyla calling. “Hey, Mia. You here?” Keyla always tried to be a very supportive friend. Just like Courtney. They both were always making sure I felt right at home. “Yes. Sorry, Keyla.” I smiled at her. The last thing I needed to do was worry her.
“Oh, no worries, Mia. I just wanted to make sure you weren’t slacking on the job.” She winks.
“I know, right?” I answered.
Keyla was quite the jokester. I loved her humor. Just like Leo, she enjoyed being happy and making others feel it, too. I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn’t notice Courtney.
“Mia, is everything all right?” Courtney asked.
One thing about Court is that she always knew when something is bothering me.
“Yes, please don’t worry, Courtney. I was just joking around with Keyla.”
“Oh that again,” said Courtney as she winked.
For a brief moment, I began to feel like myself again. I went on with my dance and they went on to their busy day. Just then, I felt a deep sense of dread looming over me. I could not concentrate on the dance. I hit my hand on the floor and screamed out loudly to release the pressure. I’m so thankful no one was there to hear me. I just don’t understand what is happening to me. Why can’t I shake the dream off? The only thing that is helping me now is to dance.
I sifted through the dance academy’s music selection and find the one song Leo and I danced to at our prom, “About Us”. The lyrics of this song speak so much about the love Leo and I shared. I’m not sure how I’ll react at first, but I need to try it and see. I must have had the music up too loudly.
“It’s all about us and the way you smile at me, and the way you kiss me.”
Before I knew it, Courtney was inside the room, nodding to one of the students in our class. I keep my composure and dance through the routine. Once the song is over, all I can hear is the sound of their applause.
“Yes, I agree,” said the student.
“Thank you,” I replied, and prepared for the next class.
I’m trying to get myself together when Courtney approached me. “Hey, you okay?”
“Yes, I am fine.” “See you later.”
I lay on the floor for a few minutes and cried. I’m missing Leo once again.
This is too hard.
I needed to concentrate on my classes. I was very grateful for this job. It was exciting to be dancing and teaching young girls and boys how to dance. It’s only three classes a day, but it’s a start.
Later that night, as I prepared to leave the studio, my mother called me, wondering when I’m going to be home.
My heart swelled with thankfulness for her. “Hey, Mom.” She sighed heavily. “Mia. Hey, honey.”
“I am just leaving now. I should be there shortly.”
“Oh, I know, dear. I actually wanted to let you know you got a letter from a Dean Array.” I can hear the smile in her voice.
“What?” I asked.
A letter from the dean?
“Mia, he is the dean at the New York Dance Academy.”
“Okay. Did you open it?” I rolled my eyes and prayed she hadn’t. “No, dear, I wanted to open it, but your dad took the letter from
What? Did she just state she tried to open it? Wow. Thank God for my dad. “Okay, well, I will be home in a little while.”
“Okay, dear.” “See you in a bit.”
Once my mom and I hung up, curiosity began to hit me. “A letter from the New York Dance Academy,” I repeat to myself. I rushed to get home.
I wonder what it said.