The Ballerina and The Sad Violin Part 5
Mr. Baldomero sat in silence in his wooden seat as he anxiously tapped his pen on the desk that seated itself in front of him. He looked up at the white faced clock and it read 3:29. One minute left and his auditionee was not present. The lights dimmed. With confusion, he looked around to see a very attractive young lady strut along the aisle over to the stage. She tip toed up the stairs. She carried a very curvaceous physique with strong body language. Mr. Baldomero could not keep his eyes off her; there was something about this one that yearned.
Kalina took center stage. Her look fastened itself within his eyes. She seductively smirked as the beat of her music began to play. With every beat her body swayed with movement and locomotion. She made sure to keep hold of his eye sight like if her soul was longing his stare. With flexibility she extended her legs as if strings where to be pulling them from the ceiling. He sat in tantalizing temptation and fondness. Kalina concluded her audition and flaunted her swag as she approached Mr. Baldomero.
He applauded her perfection. “Ms. De Lucca, I must say you carry beauty within your art and form,” reaching for her hand as he took it up close to his lips and pecked it softly, brushing it with his thumb. Kalina smiled and hung her head as she felt a little warm. She found herself thrilled to see Mr. Baldomero was quite the attractive gentleman.
“Thank you Mr. Baldomero!”
“Please, refrain from calling me Mr. Baldomero, call me Santos.”
“Ok, so Santos it is! So Have I earned my spot in your honor?”
“Ms. De Lucca, I think you are very well aware of my answer.”
“Please…. call me Kalina” she paused and looked away “Well….Your eyes tell me yes but what do your lips say?”
“The lips of Santos say yes! Welcome to Baldomero’s School of Performing Arts. “Kalina smiled big and her eyes glowed with happiness.
“So tell me Ms. Kalina, how come you did not audition the same time your sister did? You are a great ballerina!”
Kalina’s eyes turned cold and walked away from where Santos and she stood. She paced the area in front of the stage “Our parents died when we where 18. I had to pick up the financial responsibility for both of us. I figured it would be best if only one of us followed in Mothers footsteps. I am the older of the two so I picked up the slack. I never wanted to stop dancing but I had to sacrifice my wants and needs.” she let out a deep sigh in distress “But since now I am looking out for my best interest I resumed to what I love most, and here I am”
“Well I am excited that you chose to pick up where you left off. I think you are fabulous, and I am happy to have you here.” Santos walked over to Kalina, brushed her hair off to the side, and reached for her hand as he raised it again up to his lips and gently kissed it. Kalina glared at him with charm. With only minutes of knowing each other, they both knew they had connected in a different way.
“And I am very excited to be here.” as she stared within his eyes with fascincation.
“Kalina?” called Alinna “what are you doing here?” tainting the moment Kalina and Santos shared.
Santos intervened and replied “Kalina is now a student here just like yourself. It’s good to have you both attending my school.”
“Yes, that is correct I am now a student here.” Said Kalina with fierce in her eyes
“So you decided to come back? I see…… well just to let you know I still take lead in all performances nothing has changed. You will dance in the back and be what you have always been, just an extra.” said Alinna with harshness.
Kalina’s fists clenched as she smiled and replied “Everything has changed, we are not little girls anymore Alinna. My capabilities have taken a different route and you can’t stop that.......Try and stop me.”
“Oh.......you wait and see. You make sure you keep on your toes ‘cause you never know when you’ll get knocked off.” Alinna threatened as she flounced to the door.Santos watched as the rivalry took place, two sisters competing for the spotlight.
What a show this is going to be, Santos thought.
To be continued…..
The Ballerina and The Sad Violin Part 6
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