The Ballerina and The Sad Violin Part 2
Sad Piano Love Beat
“Oh how I wish my momma was here to help me through this fight like she always used to when we were girls in pig tails and Sunday dresses.” Kalina kept walking the lonely concrete sidewalks with no aimed destination. When she finally snapped out of the anger state of mind, she realized that she had walked into the city and ended up right in front of her mother’s abandoned ballet studio. What where the odds of that happening? Is this a sign she thought. Was momma trying to tell her something? She looked both ways to see if there was anyone watching her. Once she saw she had a clean break she crept through the gap in the boards that barricaded the entrance.
It was dark and dingy and it had an old moldy smell that lingered behind. She walked over to the mirrors and held on to the bar that ran from one side of the mirrors to the other side. Her mind drifted, she heard the voice of momma call “Okay girls take position and Plié” The vision drifted away as her eyes began to fill with tears of sadness. She opened her eyes to find her mother’s ballet slippers and reached over and took them off the hook they rested on. She took them in her hands and held them close up and blew the dust off that housed itself. She slowly walked over to the bench that sat on the opposite side of the mirror and sat down. She removed one shoe and placed her foot within the slipper and laced up the pink Pointe shoe.
She met with happiness, and it placed a grin on her face. She walked over to the record player and laid the needle softly on the vinyl and waited for the tune to play. The Sad Piano Love Beat played and she began to tip toe in front of the mirror and heard her mother’s voice clearly guiding her steps. Her feet gracefully performed the Chassé. She heard the chant of her mother count in French, “Un, Deux, Trois, Quatre, Cinq, Six, Sept, Huit Neuf and Dix, AGAIN, Un, Deux, Trois, Quatre, Cinq, Six, Sept, Huit Neuf and Dix” It faded in with the sound of the piano playing. “What I would give just to have you back momma” as she danced her feet away.
“I must go now momma it was nice visiting with you again.” She removed her mother’s pink slippers and place them exactly how she found them and leaned forward to kiss them. “Till we meet again momma for this is not goodbye but see you soon.” She walked towards the door as she heard a loud breaking sound, like if the boards from the entrance were being removed. Kalina looked around to see if there was a place for her to hide afraid of who was coming in. She ran to the front reception desk and hid behind it. It was a male’s voice that echoed through the studio. He was a bum that lived in the city that used the studio as shelter during the night.
He wobbled in with a bottle of whisky trying to keep him stable. That did not go so well he fell flat on his behind and managed to spill half the bottle of whisky all over himself, while Kalina sat quietly hoping for him not to find her. She wondered how she was going to escape without making a sound. The man attempted to lift himself up and succeeded, Kalina now more afraid because he rose to his feet, so he was capable of anything at this point. He noticed her shoe sticking out from behind the desk and yelled “Who goes there? Show yourself at once!”
“What should I do oh god please help me” she heard his footsteps walking closer to the desk so she stood up very slowly and said crying “please don’t hurt me sir, My mother used to own this studio and I was passing and came in, please I beg don’t hurt me?”
“Lookie, what we have here? A pretty little lady! Come a little closer so I can see your pretty face dear?!”
“I beg you please don’t hurt me Sir, I will leave. I just want to go home.”
“I will let you go if you tell me your name?”
“My naaaame is Kalina, Kalina De Luca.”
“Kalina, what a pretty name” he said as he grinned and took one step closer.
Kalina took a few steps back as he took several steps closer. The wall came sooner than she expected. He had her up against the wall with no way or how of running. He wore a huge smile as if he had come across a scrumptious meal. He leaned up against her and sniffed her neck like if he was a dog of some sort. “Don’t be afraid I won’t bite!”
To be continued........
- The Ballerina and The Sad Violin Part 1
- The Ballerina and The Sad Violin Part 3
- The Ballerina and The Sad Violin Part 4
- The Ballerina and The Sad Violin Part 5
- The Ballerina and The Sad Violin Part 6
- The Ballerina and The Sad Violin Part 7
- The Ballerina and The Sad Violin Part 8
- The Ballerina and The Sad Violin Part 9
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