The Dancer and the Painter

living room. The flat had previously smelled like mothballs,

the walls. A portion of the wall was covered with inspirational dance posters and a bulletin board with a wh

set and my belongings on my little desk and drawer next to my bed. But some of my other belong

footsteps coming up the little hall where she had placed photos of me with and

tle grin. I've been told that I continually resemble her, and I see it. Her Dominican and South African ance

highly curly hair into a

from our large townhouse in Toronto. Aside from not seeing my pals and dancing squad, moving to this place was a significant uph

someone's apartment door remained open, I proceeded down the corridor, the fragrance of cooking

ordinary; it was a Blackberry Bold. I answered

n in his voice. "Hey, Sid,

dry tone of voice. The elevator light button wen

s. I turned around as the doors closed, facing the g

r my eyes. "They did email me yesterday." It's

mployed at a pizza

out." I sarcastically replied as the ele

and your sni

've always been averse to." As the doo

eird, witty, and active. He came to all of my dancing contests if they were in town, or he had someone film them if I was

ou up to?"

ail," I remarked as I

at a different location? You're seventeen, and

riend's house was probably out of the question, particularly when I was younger, but for homework reasons, it was either my house or the library. I've only gone to Wesley's home twice throughout our acquaintance, and t

requested that we depart

ck hair before remembering that we were on the phone and that I couldn't

the little open area that housed all of the ap

ise in the background. "I have to leav

es." I hung up the phone a

y toes twitched in the empty room while I did

was a toddler, I was thought to be quite jittery. She looked into it, and a buddy recommended a dancing studio.

nsemble pieces to display my skill. That was pretty much the only way I could leave home. I served in several locations around Canada an

utting the box, and turning back. I smacked into a chest and instan

p and black hair; only this man had a red stripe in his bangs. He was wearing Dr. Dre beats and clutching an iPa

g to gather my thoughts. "

out was absolutely good and made me relax. "My name is Jon Ming, and

n't be chatting with strangers, but every

I assumed was probably Italian...fluently.

k-Ridge High School. Since I graduated in

uired. It truly sounded strange. Was the

"'Home of the Dogs,' yeah."

n downtown Hamilton." It wasn't even that far downtown. I checke

hool." To get admitted to such a school, you must be ver

led. "I'm rea

. "Wow, I'm a d

guages to dancing, this guy seems to have a lot of skills. The concept

r, I concentrate more on music for other artists. I recently received an opportunity to relocate to Lo

ts and glanced at the stranger I had

an man from a Canadian town earned a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. My mothe

re asking a question. "So, wh

modern and ballet, but

nce battle with you right now, you'd g

uld easily see myself like him. "

e Tech Shop. That's the only way I could have afforded this and that." He flashed his

miled at me as he exited