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The Ballerina and The Sad Violin Part 4
Kalina’s room was dark with just the little blue light that her digital alarm clock glowed. She rolled over to see what time it read, and the clock glowed 2:34 am. Her eyes burned from all the crying she had been doing. She couldn’t seem to get past what had happened just the other night. She felt that there was nothing to help her through this misery she was in. With mother gone and her anger for Alinna growing she was lost and alone. That night flashed before her eyes with an instant replay, like if her own mind had turned against her.
Anger met with Kalina and introduced itself with a right and left handshake. It crawled through her veins and up into her central cavity. It lay upon her chest with resentment and hurt, it fell into a dormant slumber. Kalina felt her emotions shift as the moon glowed bright outside of her window. Heavy with sadness her eyelids protecting her vision from the moonlight, she closed them tight and kept them closed until the sun beamed outside as the tune of the mockingbird mirrored itself against Kalina’s bedroom window.
Kalina peaked out from under her goose feather-filled pillow and peered at the mockingbird right outside her window. The only thoughts that came to mind were that if she had a bee bee gun, that bird wouldn’t be chirping anything let alone breathing. Kalina annoyed by the bird, angrily arose to her feet and rushed towards the bathroom door as Alinna was exiting.
“Good Morning to you too!” Alinna said with a provoked look on her face, as Kalina in passing nearly knocked her to the ground. Kalina did not reply, ignored her remark and shut the door behind her. Alinna was no longer going to ask questions as to what was going on with her sister. Alinna took offense to the way Kalina was acting and made it personal.
Who does she think she is? She wants to duel in the argument we had, I will give her a fight but this time there is no holding back like when we were little girls. Momma not here to defend either side, Just Kalina and I. Alinna left the house thinking how she was going to get through to her sister. She wouldn’t even stare at her let alone talk to her.
“Hi there, welcome to Baldomero's School of Performing Arts, is there something I can help you with?” asked cheerfully the young lady behind the oak wood desk.
“Yes, there is. I would like to attend this school and how would I go about doing so” replied Kalina.
“Well not just any one can attend, you would have to audition and be accepted by Mr. Baldomero himself. Do you have any ballet background?”
“Yes since I was a little girl I danced ballet. My mother was Madalea from Madele’s Ballet Studio.”
“Oh! Okay I heard of the studio, I heard the tragedy that happened with your parents. My apologies for their demise!" The young lady paused for a moment to think as she replied with surprise "Wait……Then that would make you the sister of Alinna De Lucca? Correct?”
Kalina’s voice broke as she spoke “Yes…… a tragedy it was.” only answering the question pertaining to her parents, ignoring the question asked of Alinna
The young receptionist realized the conversation affected Kalina so she pierced her thoughts and asked “Well, Mr. Baldomero has an open audition this afternoon at 3:30, would you like me to place you on his calendar for this afternoon?”
“Yes….Please. What time should I be here at?”
“Please return at 3pm, your audition will begin at 3:30 sharp please do not be late for this is a one time opportunity, there is only one audition per person per school year.”
“Ok, I will return at 3!”
“Well….alrighty then sees you at 3!”
Kalina smiled and walked out her eyes burned with passion in knowing she was returning with desire and devotion to what and who she was before, nothing and no one stopping her this time.
To be continued.......