… Here She felt at home. It was calm, warm and cozy here, even if the hall had not yet warmed up, even though there was a strong wind outside the windows, even if when she comes in here, everything else seems to be no longer important. It was her world, a world in which she was herself, expressed all her emotions, experiences, grief, happiness, pain … everything …
The parquet was still cold and the curtains were drawn on the windows. She, as always, came first, she was already used to it. Now was her time, the time when she could be alone, without anyone. These were her favorite hours, which had been so shortened lately with workouts now starting at three o'clock.
She took off her jacket in the locker room and put on ballet flats so as not to stain the floor, and walk in heels all day. She was tired. I went back into the gym, shaking my head, and realized that the coach had a box with music disks in the dressing room, and she didn't want to go downstairs for the key. She took her phone out of her pocket and began flipping through the playlist. Waltz Morricone is what she wanted now. The hall began to fill with the melody of her heart, unobtrusive, light, but touching every corner of the soul. The pace was increasing, the slideshow, turned on on the netbook standing next to her, continued to show more and more new photos, raising her head, she saw another photo.. The photo was taken on the day of their group's performance. Then, they were so happy. From the monitor screen, people were looking at her, smiling with every cell of their body and soul, whose inner energy was simply overwhelmed, and from happiness they were ready to start dancing this very second. The girl smiled, remembering how much laughter there was at that moment and how much happiness. The photos are over and the music too.
She fell in love with dancing at first sight, even when she was in elementary school and accidentally got into a dance club. She still remembered those moments, those feelings that overwhelmed her when she had to run to the next workout, even in the evening, even though it was already dark outside and all normal children were playing or watching TV at home, she did not need it at all. Then, at the very moment as she crossed the threshold of the dance hall, everything became clear to her - the dances fell in love with her at first sight, from the first step and the first movement. And now, no matter what happened, she knew that she would not stop dancing for anything, even if the studio was closed, she would study at home, on the street, but she would not give up dancing for anything.
Now she was calm, comfortable and warm, it happens only at home, and the Ballroom was a home for her, where there is no place for hatred and anger, betrayal and lies. There is only dancing here. And even though many years have passed, this little girl who danced rock and roll on the school stage grew up and became an adult girl, with many problems and joys, her feelings for dancing, her first love did not fade away, every day she flares up stronger and stronger. After all, dance for her is life, and life without love is meaningless.