The Promise
Penned by D.C.Mitchell
Breathe in, breathe out, relax.
Standing center stage for one last run through, she had done this dance a million times now or so it had seemed. She stood waiting for her cue.
Deep breath, head tilt, feet and arms in position.
She closed her eyes, waiting. She could hear as the cellist shuffled his sheet music before putting his bow to strings. As she heard the deep notes of the beginning strain for Bach’s Cello Suite No.5 Prelude being played her body seemed to move on its own.
Left toe, right toe, extend leg and straighten.
She mentally went over her moves in her head. She didn’t have to remind herself what to do but she needed something to keep her mind from wondering. As she listened to the sound of the cello she anticipated her first big move.
Feet together, jump.
What should have been a gracefully jump ended with her tripping over her feet and falling to the stage floor with a loud thud. She heard the cellist put his cello down. She looked over waved him off signaling that she was ok. She felt her face flush which she knew would be a deep red. She picked herself up and moved to the start position. She nodded to the cellist as he readied his bow.
Breathe in, breathe out, relax.
As the deep note of the cello resonated throughout the auditorium she couldn’t help but let her mind wonder, knowing exactly why she felt anxious. Her mind wondered to him.
How long had it been since she had last seen him. Days? Weeks? Months? She wondered where he was now. She knew him being gone was a must for his line of work but still she couldn’t help feeling selfish wishing he was there for her big night.
She moved with the grace and fluidity she was lacking during her last attempt. She closed her eyes as she remembered being with him. Imagining he was there with her. She imaged his hands touching, feeling, caressing, and holding her. His lips as they kissed and toyed with her. His grey-blue eyes as he looked at her with desire. And his voice, how it did things to her. The baritone silky way it washed over her when he spoke to her, whispering things for her ears only. The way her body reacted to his every word.
As the cellist's playing intensified and became faster as per the movement her dance moves were performed more rapidly in time with the music. As the suite built up so did her imagination and what she was feeling. She nailed her jumps, her turns, splits, leg bends, pull ups and turn outs all the while thinking about him. He had left with a promise. A promise she had faith in him keeping however long it took.
As she landed her last jump the final notes of the suite played and she came to a finish both performing and imaginatively which left her face flushed. She paused a moment to catch her breath. Not wanting to turn her face towards the cellist just yet. She giggled to herself, embarrassed by what had been running through her mind as she danced. After she had calmed herself and did her cool down stretches she turned to the cellist, bowed in thanks and left the stage. She knew she would be the last one to leave as she grabbed her bag and water bottle.
She made her way to the stage door and was making her way through the auditorium when the house lights went dim and a single spot light lit up the center of the auditorium to reveal a lone individual sitting in the audience. Wearing a navy blazer over a white t-shirt paired with dark denim jeans tucked into his black boots, his lean figure relaxed as he sat with his arm draped over the back of the set next to him.
She felt her heart begin to race and the butterflies flare up. He was always good at making unexpected entrances and this was no exception. She continued to make her way towards him trying desperately not to show how overly excited she was that he was there.
How long had he been watching her she wondered? She knew she looked a mess with her hair in a messy bun dressed in an over-sized cut t-shirt, leggings and slip on flats. She didn’t care. As she moved closer to him she could smell his cologne.
Please don’t be my imagination playing tricks on me.
She drew closer to him sitting her bag on the floor and taking the seat next to him. She looked at him, drinking him in. He had grown his mustache and beard out and had it nicely trimmed. It looked good, he looked good.
He reached over and tucked some loose strands of hair behind her ear before sliding his hand down her face to caress her cheek. She lowered her eyes from his intense gaze as she was sure he would be able to see how much she yearned for him. He tilted her chin up towards him as he slid his thumb across her lower lip as he moved his face closer to hers. He kissed her slowly at first before deepening it passionately.
To her reluctance he broke the kiss, looking down at her with burning desire that only matched her own. She took a shaky breath causing him to let out a low chuckle.
“Hello my darling,” he said with a slow smile.
“Hey,” she replied with a bashful smile.
“You moved beautifully. Were you thinking of me?”
Her eyes instinctively widen in surprised embarrassment.
He let out a deep heartfelt belly laugh as he pulled her closer to him. She hugged him tightly.
“You came back.”
He kissed her again before replying, “I made a promise, didn’t I?”
A promise which he had kept just as she knew he would. . . .
Penned on Friday, 27 February 2015
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