I do, I love to dance in my room, in the living room, in the hall, anywhere, I also do it when there´s people around, my one and only best friend and I do it often, especially when we sing along in her Wii to the tunes of Glee, we love it.
I have a story from not so long ago, and I say not so long ago because I´m still pretty young, not super young teenager young, but young, at heart, and sometimes of mind, I just loose it and it is as if I´m turning 16 again, picture that, 16 going on my early thirties, but that is a subject for different post, when we know each other a bit better, I will leave the veils of mistery reveal my true colors little by little, in a slow dance. Anyhow, I was saying, I have a story from when I was around 16 or 17, real 17 years old and that´s what it´s about in these few next lines.
During sundays I´m usually lazy and I enjoy it pretty much, it reminds me of when I was little, almost a baby, when life seems to go extremely slow, but in sundays used to feel as if somebody turned the engine off and everything was going on by mere inertia, every five minutes felt like an hour (unlike today). I´m still very lazy today during sundays, take it extra easy that day, I love to workout and that´s it, I also try to make my bed, and I get to it 85% of the times, but I truly savor the other 15%, like a naughty present from me to me. So there was that sunday, when my sister and I woke up very late and no one was home, as usual we played our favorite music, no conflicts attached, we loved almost the same kind of tunes and artists, we played it loud and we started to dance, because no one was watching, only us but we count as one (we are very close), and I would jump and sing and shake my head and every single muscle of my body. By now, I have to clear out that we were in our PJs, it was a mild day with a shiny sun of 2 pm; since our parents house (I would refer to it as "my house", because it is my house and it always will be) is just a few blocks away from the beach, the sun seemed to shimmer even more that spring day, and there we were, dancing in the kitchen with the biggest window facing the street façade, blinds open to limit and glass clear as water that´s filtered trough rocks for ages. My body in motion and the rythm hitting me and lifting me up in the air for a micro second and then I would turn and I would sing louder… God I love to dance and sing… I would think then, and I say it now… then "ding dong", out of our musical bliss and we turned into marble statues… A very close friend, and of course my ultimate Crush with capital C, was in front of the window only feet away from where I was giving my performance, I mean, doing my part, my sister was pretty intense at doing her´s as well, we are fair and a great team, I would never steal her spotlight, although I would not give her mine, we are just a well balanced couple of brother and sister, we always have, we always will hopefully.
I stopped and now that I see it back in time, I picture an awkward expression in my face, eyes wide open, open mouth and then a smile of embarrassment that at 17 feels like a thousand daggers that hit all at once, but instead of killing, they tickle big time and you must release presure and start laughing, as much as a hidroelectric plant when overcharged needs to release a dense cloud of steam … And we laughed, and my, then 14 or 15 years old, sister ran faster than the Roadrunner with the dumb Coyote behind back to her room. Of course I had to stay, I had to not just stay, I had to proceed to open the door and as red as a tomato make my Crush (with capital C) come in and offer a drink and an explanation… Well, more than an explanation, a mumbling that was more a pleed to make the time turn back and remember to close the blinds. At the end we all laughed and eventually that moment turned into a fun memory that will always live in my sister´s mind, as well as mine.
Now we laugh so much about what happened that sunday afternoon when my Crush (still capital C, I would melt for him every time he showed up… although I was very good at playing cool and uniterested) found me dancing like no one was watching and singing out loud, and I still do it, some times without even noticing it, like a couple of weeks ago, when I found my self in the halls of the most amazing grocery store I have ever been to; picture the most wonderful, sophisticated and luxurious department store you´ve ever visited, take all the clothes and mannequins out and fill it up with food and the most beautiful displays of everything that lays in the world to satisfy the sense of taste, to cast a spell in the sense of smell and captivate the most demanding sense of sight… already done? well, I was there, and I took a few liberties with a kind of known song (it is to me), opened my arms to straight horizontal and started to turn while singing "the aisles are alive with the sound of music", for those few seconds every single person in the store vanished and I was alone with my favorite ingredients (I love to cook) and started to dance, to dance like no one was watching in the middle of a crowded day two days before christmas eve in La Grande Epicerie de Paris.
I have a story from not so long ago, and I say not so long ago because I´m still pretty young, not super young teenager young, but young, at heart, and sometimes of mind, I just loose it and it is as if I´m turning 16 again, picture that, 16 going on my early thirties, but that is a subject for different post, when we know each other a bit better, I will leave the veils of mistery reveal my true colors little by little, in a slow dance. Anyhow, I was saying, I have a story from when I was around 16 or 17, real 17 years old and that´s what it´s about in these few next lines.
During sundays I´m usually lazy and I enjoy it pretty much, it reminds me of when I was little, almost a baby, when life seems to go extremely slow, but in sundays used to feel as if somebody turned the engine off and everything was going on by mere inertia, every five minutes felt like an hour (unlike today). I´m still very lazy today during sundays, take it extra easy that day, I love to workout and that´s it, I also try to make my bed, and I get to it 85% of the times, but I truly savor the other 15%, like a naughty present from me to me. So there was that sunday, when my sister and I woke up very late and no one was home, as usual we played our favorite music, no conflicts attached, we loved almost the same kind of tunes and artists, we played it loud and we started to dance, because no one was watching, only us but we count as one (we are very close), and I would jump and sing and shake my head and every single muscle of my body. By now, I have to clear out that we were in our PJs, it was a mild day with a shiny sun of 2 pm; since our parents house (I would refer to it as "my house", because it is my house and it always will be) is just a few blocks away from the beach, the sun seemed to shimmer even more that spring day, and there we were, dancing in the kitchen with the biggest window facing the street façade, blinds open to limit and glass clear as water that´s filtered trough rocks for ages. My body in motion and the rythm hitting me and lifting me up in the air for a micro second and then I would turn and I would sing louder… God I love to dance and sing… I would think then, and I say it now… then "ding dong", out of our musical bliss and we turned into marble statues… A very close friend, and of course my ultimate Crush with capital C, was in front of the window only feet away from where I was giving my performance, I mean, doing my part, my sister was pretty intense at doing her´s as well, we are fair and a great team, I would never steal her spotlight, although I would not give her mine, we are just a well balanced couple of brother and sister, we always have, we always will hopefully.
I stopped and now that I see it back in time, I picture an awkward expression in my face, eyes wide open, open mouth and then a smile of embarrassment that at 17 feels like a thousand daggers that hit all at once, but instead of killing, they tickle big time and you must release presure and start laughing, as much as a hidroelectric plant when overcharged needs to release a dense cloud of steam … And we laughed, and my, then 14 or 15 years old, sister ran faster than the Roadrunner with the dumb Coyote behind back to her room. Of course I had to stay, I had to not just stay, I had to proceed to open the door and as red as a tomato make my Crush (with capital C) come in and offer a drink and an explanation… Well, more than an explanation, a mumbling that was more a pleed to make the time turn back and remember to close the blinds. At the end we all laughed and eventually that moment turned into a fun memory that will always live in my sister´s mind, as well as mine.
Now we laugh so much about what happened that sunday afternoon when my Crush (still capital C, I would melt for him every time he showed up… although I was very good at playing cool and uniterested) found me dancing like no one was watching and singing out loud, and I still do it, some times without even noticing it, like a couple of weeks ago, when I found my self in the halls of the most amazing grocery store I have ever been to; picture the most wonderful, sophisticated and luxurious department store you´ve ever visited, take all the clothes and mannequins out and fill it up with food and the most beautiful displays of everything that lays in the world to satisfy the sense of taste, to cast a spell in the sense of smell and captivate the most demanding sense of sight… already done? well, I was there, and I took a few liberties with a kind of known song (it is to me), opened my arms to straight horizontal and started to turn while singing "the aisles are alive with the sound of music", for those few seconds every single person in the store vanished and I was alone with my favorite ingredients (I love to cook) and started to dance, to dance like no one was watching in the middle of a crowded day two days before christmas eve in La Grande Epicerie de Paris.
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