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Where the words end, the dance begins. "Every Breath You Take

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To my parents

For those who are not afraid to love

The DJ who first inspired me

Dark. Light. Dark.

She is still behind the stage, peering out from behind the curtains: there is an endless sea of \u200b\u200braised hands and many bodies moving in the rhythm of the dance. Today the DJ is on a roll and the console vibrates with his crazy energy. This energy fills everyone, including her. My heart is pounding, my hands are sweaty, my legs are trembling slightly. It's not her first time on this stage, but she can't get used to this feeling: it's too new and still overwhelms her.

She wears an elegant black lace corset laced at the back with a satin ribbon. It tightens the small chest and forces the breath to be dosed. It helps to focus. Just a minute before going on stage. She stretches the muscles of her legs, leaning on high heels of perforated leather boots. Pulls on silk gloves and last time replays the performance in his head, imagining it in this atmosphere. Mistakes are unacceptable, and if they do happen, you will need to try to make everything look natural. She knows exactly what she wants: to stun and seduce. Body and mind. He takes one last look at himself in the giant orb illuminating the backstage area. Bright makeup emphasizes the blue of the eyes, Rouge Noir lipstick accentuates her lips with a heart. Hair flowing over her shoulders in wild waves, fluttering in a breath of artificial wind.

Ten seconds to exit. She clutches the droplet on her chest, kisses him and looks up. Into the sky. Everything will be fine.

Dark. Light. Dark.

The rumble comes in waves from the console. Then a sound that seems to last forever. And at that moment she comes out, in the spotlight, in the rhythm of the music. This rhythm is like the pulse of a giant heart beating in unison with thousands of hearts on the dance floor. She dances for them. With them.

At this moment, she is what she wants to be. Free. Real. Live.

At this moment, she feels.

Chapter 1

The warm rays of the soft May sun penetrate the arched windows and illuminate the pink clouds in the center of the room. Her girls walk in a circle, making smooth movements, and the hall is filled with the gentle sounds of the piano and violin.

She is in front of them, watching. Petite, energetic, gentle and powerful at the same time. Dark hair collected in a skillful chignon. On it, as well as on the students, a tutu and pointe shoes. No loose strands - she should be an example for these little beasts in tights. Over the beige leggings - a pale blue bodysuit, the color of the eyes.

- Now lined up in rows: Alice, Ginevra, Chiara - in the first; Katerina, Beatrice, Sofia - in the second; Matilda, Vittoria, Giada - in the third.

And after a moment, the space in the center of the hall changes shape and turns from a circle into a square. Here she is, her team of fidgets.

- First position! she says louder. Their hands simultaneously rest on their sides, and their feet are deployed in one line. Bianca gives the students a satisfied look, her eyes shining. They even seem to become brighter and sparkle like two sapphires on porcelain-white skin. How clever are her girls! This year they have done a great job.

She shifts her gaze to another student to shift everyone's attention away from Katerina, while Jada seems to be asking, "Why me?" - however, without any objections, he lifts his right foot off the floor and jumps up.

- Fine! You are great too. Bianca helps her to complete the move. - And now plie- and back.

Jada takes a deep breath, seemingly relieved.

- Now - all together! Do not forget: the legs are tense, like pencils! She vigorously beats her hands. - Repeat all movements - each row separately. First, a couple of times all together, then take a break, and then all the rows separately. All clear?

“Yes, yes,” they answer in unison, and the hall is lit up with sincere toothless smiles: many of them are still losing their milk teeth.

The music plays again, but not for long. After a few seconds, Bianca stops the player.

- If I said "all together", then all together. She casts a stern look at the third row. - All over again!

The room is filled with the rhythmic sounds of David Plumpton's composition. Babies move in the same rhythm, harmoniously, symmetrically, clearly. “Well, just a treat for the eyes!” Bianca thinks in admiration.

- Okay, stop! Not bad, not bad ... - “excellent” must not be said in any case, otherwise they will completely stop obeying her. Now everyone is lined up.

Her toy soldiers in pink uniform are lining up.

- In a month we will perform on stage.

- Rather! Vittoria exclaims enthusiastically, and the others echo her.

- That's good! – their enthusiasm is transferred to Bianca. She does not yet know how to complete the number, but she will think of something. Maybe even start right now.

So, recently we learned sissonne Does this name mean anything to you?

The third pink soldier raises his hand.

Will you show me, Alice?

Alice performs a series of slurred steps.

- Hmm ... Well, something like that ... - Bianca twists her lips, but immediately pulls herself up: the girl deserves praise at least for her impulse.

- Everyone look here! She takes a stand.

- We start with two soubresaut , and one, and two, a jump from both legs, one is relaxed, the other is behind, stretched out like an arrow ... Remember?

- But not all together, otherwise you will push. In turn. Beatrice, Matilde, Vittoria, Sofia, Katerina - the first group; the rest - in the second. All clear?

Katerina, having already recovered from her embarrassment, decides to ask a question:

- And run back or sideways?

– Good question! When you start, turn around and run straight to your seats to avoid accidents... but only for today, okay?

The music plays again and the girls bustle about taking positions.

- Alice, your arrow is crooked ... - Bianca tries to correct her and turns to everyone. - Hands are spread out, in front of us, we keep a row, only here, not there! She points to an imaginary point in space. We don't push and we don't fight! Come on, girls! Harmony!

The wall clock shows 17:56 - it's time to say goodbye.

Bianca stops the music.

– All good fellows! It's enough for today.

The girls stand in a curtsy pose and bow to the teacher.

- Spa-si-bo, u-chi-tel-ni-tsa, ho-ro-she-go-ve-che-ra! they almost sing, their legs describing a crescent moon, their hands drawing an oval in the air. Then the crescent diverges from right to left.

- Thank you too. She applauds with an infectious smile, snow-white teeth visible between heart-shaped lips covered with a thin layer of colorless balm.

She spreads her arms out to the sides and lets the pink clouds wrap her arms around her.

Katerina, hugging her tightly, almost lifts her off the ground. This girl has amazing strength for her age. Maybe she is not destined to become a great dancer, but Bianca is sure: with such big heart the girl will make happy anyone who meets on her way.

- I love you, teacher!

- And I you. Bianca strokes her head.

“Is it really possible for me to dance a piece of the dance alone?” she asks almost in a whisper.

“Of course, baby. Just like everyone else,” Bianca assures her.

Maybe she was too strict with the girl during these months, she thinks absently, tucking a strand that has escaped from her chignon behind her ear.

Do you think my mom will like the way I perform? She always swears, says, I eat a lot, I will get fat and I won’t fit into a pack!

So that's why Katerina is so unsure of herself - her mother's expectations and reproaches are weighing heavily on her shoulders.

You will be a real star on the stage, trust me. And in a brilliant suit you will become a beauty!

By the way, about the costumes. Until now, she had no time to think about them, and now, of course, the usual race is ahead: she will have to think of everything and do it with the pennies that are allocated from the budget.

- Teacher, why do you always have this drop on your neck? Katerina asks, her face breaking into a smile. Bianca looks down at her chest, runs her finger over the pendant. He is always with her, like a part of her. From the mind to the heart, like an arrow, a memory flies.

- This? I got it from my mother when she went to heaven.

She looks up, and the memory seems to float up into the sky, so far away and so close. Katerina hugs her again, tighter than before.

- What was your mother's name?

“Her name was Sarah,” Bianca replies almost in a whisper.

“It’s immediately obvious that you loved her very much,” the girl says, lets her go and runs away.

Now she is alone. In the silence of the hall, the tramp of small feet and music are still audible - this space seems to be unthinkable without them.

She unplugs her iPad and puts it in her bag, the same one she wore when she first came to this job, autographed by her first students. He puts on a beige denim jacket, fastens the top button, and heads for the door. Before turning off the light, she turns and looks around the room, pausing briefly at her own reflection in the mirror. Instinctively, almost involuntarily, he clutches the pendant. That's her whole world - in this simple decoration and in these four walls.

Chapter 2

A light breeze blows from the valley, penetrates under a denim jacket, caresses the skin. May this year turned out to be truly magical, I want to spend all the time on fresh air. In the locker room, she changed pointe shoes to sneakers, a bodysuit to a sleeveless T-shirt, but left leggings and a chignon. Bianca walks at a brisk pace, but is in no hurry to go home - this is her usual speed. So girlfriend Diana always teases:

“Your rear view is, of course, a waste, dear, but I already know him. Will you do me the honor of walking beside me, and not behind me? she jokes whenever they walk together and Bianca is three steps ahead.

Thinking about it, she smiles and slows down. In addition, this evening she experiences considerable fatigue after the lesson - this can be seen in her eyes: when she gets tired, they seem to decrease and change color, becoming almost green. Light circles under her eyes indicate that she would do well to sleep for an hour or two.

For a few moments she looks at the river: the waters of Brenta in the sun turned transparent blue and flow slowly, majestically, as if performing a dance. Ahead, a group of students on an excursion are taking the usual pictures on the bridge - she herself was photographed like that, about eighteen years ago. She was with Herself; It was then that they had their first kiss. This strange couple, as the most delicate of friends call them, is now eighteen years old. To others, they are simply Beauty and the Beast. He is sharp, often rude, and she is calm and thoughtful. Bianca reflects on this as she leaves the Old Bridge behind; a smile seemed to stick to her face. This smile appears on her face every time she imagines how she is about to hug her Sebastiano.

A smile of envy experienced by all those who, like them, have been together all their lives, but have already forgotten about the tenderness that was at the beginning.

She rises to Freedom Square, again adding a step. Historical Center the city gradually fills up with people - it's time for an aperitif. Wine bars with embossed signs vied with each other to invite customers, displaying local delicacies on wooden counters. Bianca waves her hand in greeting to a peasant leaning against the wall with a glass of white wine, but does not stop, but walks forward, across the street of Rome - otherwise she will never get home. When you are the girlfriend of Sebastiano Noni, the owner of the oldest and largest distillery in Bassano, be prepared that you will not be allowed to pass in any corner of the city. Behind long years Bianca learned this truth. Grappa Noni wine is featured everywhere. The new S-shaped bottle even ended up in the window of a perfume shop (however, you can see it only when you walk by), although it has just been launched on sale. I wonder who Itself had to woo to get her out there? He was always a pragmatist: if something came into his head, you would never convince him. Maybe that's why she chose him. Bianca sighs and moves on. She is happy for him, for the way things are going, and yet her heart is restless, thoughts are swarming in her head. When Bianca dances, it seems to her that her body is lighter than a feather, about to take off. But as soon as the dance ends - especially in recent months, - whiskey seems to be squeezed by someone's invisible grip. And now a whirlwind of worries and unrest for everything at once has flown.

Take at least the costumes for the final performance - what would you come up with this year? These girls are almost like family to her ... Moreover, she does not have her own children yet. Despite the death of both parents, she still feels not old enough to be a mother herself. Sebastiano understood this and respects her decision, despite the fact that both he and his father-in-law are already eager to announce the birth of little Noni to the whole world. But for now, she has enough worries of the teacher and everything that accompanies them. She also does the decorations all the time. She enjoys designing costumes, which must be her biggest passion after dancing. Although, of course, unimaginable fuss is constantly going on! After all, it is one thing to have a costume for yourself, and quite another to come up with outfits for nine girls, each of whom has her own complexion. And all this - for a measly penny of an increase in the teacher's salary. The headmistress of the school is always short on budget, and Bianca often adds money from her own pocket. Or rather, from Seba's pocket - which, of course, oppresses her a lot, because she is already thirty-six years old. Suddenly, she remembers dinner: she hasn't cooked anything since yesterday, and Seba comes in late, and everything should be on the table by then...

She gladly took on the role of the guardian of the hearth, although by nature she is not at all a housewife, only because Sebastiano is engaged in other household chores that she hates with all her heart (for example, ironing). Signor Noni is a man of the old school, but Bianca has nothing to complain about, because, unlike some of her friends' husbands, he is for a fair distribution of duties.

But in the kitchen, her ideas ran out: it’s not easy to please Yourself. His mother is an excellent cook and spoiled him completely. Besides, he is constantly hungry, like a bison - he can deal with two steaks in a few minutes. He is insatiable - and, to tell the truth, not only in food. But she was never a glutton. It's not that she doesn't like good food, but she's not used to eating her fill. In everything you need to know the measure, she believes: the main thing is to try everything, but without fanaticism.

And here is the car. She gets into a white Audi A1 Sportback with a black roof. This is one of Sebastiano's last gifts. He likes to give her expensive gifts and enjoy watching her reaction - how her cheeks flush with joy and embarrassment, almost like a child.

She turns on the engine, and the interior is filled with the sounds of a popular song. Bianca pulls out of the parking lot and heads towards Marostica. Their estate is located ten kilometers from Bassano, on a hill surrounded by vineyards and olive trees. At the foot is a distillery built in 1878. This is an incredible place where traditions and traditions are miraculously intertwined. modern technologies... but the efforts to maintain it also require incredible! Of course, once a week a cleaning lady comes, but this is not enough - something new happens every day. In addition, Sebastiano constantly strives to give her trouble: “With your work, you have a lot of free time!” And this is not only participation in business dinners or arranging delivery - she often gets completely prosaic work at the factory. And she agrees. Always. Yes, and he knows that Bianca is not one of those who shirk work.

Music is pouring from the radio speakers.

- It was a song We-People”of the Planet Funk group,” the DJ announces in a clear voice. We'll be back to you in a few minutes, stay tuned!

“Royal Ballet of London - in the cinema! On the occasion of the company's 75th anniversary, the final show of the season, "Sleeping Beauty", directed by Monica Mason and Christopher Newton, is live in cinemas. Look for the nearest cinema to you on the site ... "

Her heart immediately starts to race - the pulse is given in the ears. For a moment, it even seems to Bianca that it would be wiser to stop. Then abruptly, almost angrily, she turns off the radio.

Bianca
I remember that day very well - July 4th. I was nineteen and still living with my father. It was 1998, I had just graduated from the classical lyceum. 58/60 - a real triumph! It was him that I celebrated at dinner with my father, who prepared a linguine with clams especially for this occasion.

A few glasses of Prosecco quickly made me drunk, although it was not yet dessert's turn. But after all, there were endless holidays ahead, and who cares about a hangover! I was still just a girl, happy and carefree, and things were going as well as possible. Especially for the holiday, dad bought my favorite dessert in the best pastry shop in Bassano - a chocolate meringue cake with wild berries. As I was eating my second bite, the doorbell rang.

Raniero went to the living room window, then turned to me and said:

- This is a postman, brought a registered letter. Is it a fine again?

He smiled and walked out in his leather slippers. That dry spanking sound is still associated with my father. A strange premonition suddenly arose inside, as if a hot hand squeezed the heart, and the name was spinning in my head: The Royal Ballet School. A few moments later, the father returned with a beaming face.

“I think this is for you, from London,” and he put a sealed envelope into my hand. I looked at him with fear and surprise. In the left upper corner the address in English is written in small letters - the same address! - and in the lower right - mine, larger. There was no doubt: the letter was addressed to me, Bianca Colli.

- Come on, open it! My father encouraged me.

God, how worried I was! My premonition gradually turned into reality. In dismay, she tore open the envelope, which seemed unwilling to open, and took out the letter. With trembling hands, she unfolded it and began to read in an undertone those few lines in English. Then I read it over and over again, unable to believe it. Finally it broke through:

"Daddy, I've been accepted!" They say I passed the exam!

I hugged him, as I had not hugged him for a long time, tears of happiness rolled down my cheeks.

That May weekend he went to London with me and did not leave me for a second - he knew how important that viewing was for me. Like any ballerina, I dreamed of studying at this school. His face is still before my eyes - he was happy, rejoiced for me and with me.

“Everything is just wonderful, baby! Today we have a double holiday!

And uncorked the Prosecco again.

Encouraged and slightly tipsy, after lunch I got on my bike - then I did not have a driver's license - and quickly drove to the estate to show Sebastiano a letter from Royal Ballet. I was sure that he would be happy and say: what wonderful news ... But when I announced the letter, he did not even smile. He seemed to be thinking about something completely different. Then he nevertheless congratulated me and with a strange gleam in his eyes said:

- Wait here. He sat me down on a marble bench in the garden. - I'll go to the office for a minute, I'll be right back.

I didn’t understand anything, partly because I wasn’t completely sober. What the hell is this reaction? But I didn't have to guess for long. Moments later, he returned with a blue velvet box.

“Give me your hand,” he said to me, and this request seemed to me almost an order. I looked at him with a slight fright: what was he up to?

- Come on, give me your hand, don't be afraid.

I only obeyed because I was eager to know what the game was. Then Seba opened the box, took a white gold ring with a tiny diamond and put it on my finger.

“I have been wanting to give it to you for a long time. I'm not asking you to marry me right now, I know that you are still just a girl, but I want us to live together.

He looked around the vast estate. Then he was barely thirty, he already knew what he wanted from the future, and went to his goal.

All this will be yours if you agree to live with me.

He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead hard - such kisses take your breath away ...

God, these words still ring in my head, just remembering.

- Think, do not rush, do not answer immediately. I'll wait.

And in fact, I did not answer right away - at that moment all these incredible events swept over my head. I was stunned: he was a grown man, and I was just a girl who knew nothing about how life works. It seemed incredible that Sebastiano could have made such an offer to me, and even under such circumstances. Maybe he wanted to convince me not to leave? Didn't he care about my future?

However, at that very moment I said to myself: it is pointless to torture yourself with questions and calculate strategies - you just need to make a decision. So, I got on my bike and went to Schiavon. I was at a crossroads: I had to choose the love of dancing or the love of a man. And it was the most difficult choice that I have ever done. I pedaled vigorously, and the question was spinning in my head: maybe it’s worth postponing life together with Yourself for a year - just how long did the course of study last? But it was useless to convince myself of this: if I had left, I probably would never have returned to Italy. What do I really want? What was best for myself? So, tormented by doubts, I ended up in the cemetery and went to the grave of my mother. The sun had already begun to set, its reddish rays reflecting off the white marble, enveloping it in warm light. I stroked her photograph, her beautiful smiling face; crossed herself, kneeling on the step, read a prayer and, looking into her eyes, asked: “What should I do, mother?” In the most important points she has always been there for me in my life – even now she would help me make a choice. For a while, she sat silently and waited. I was alone there, and little by little the sky began to turn purple. I thought I heard a rustle between the trees, and then I felt a slight tingle in my stomach, which I still think about to this day. I took the letter from the Royal Ballet from my jeans pocket and placed it naturally on the grave to be blown away by the wind along with the rose petals.

I made a decision.

Then she said goodbye to her mother and headed for the exit, with only one thought: to stay. I knew that I would never give up dancing, but you can continue to do it on your own land. I loved Sebastiano and was ready to share the future with him, overflowing with courage and happiness. I couldn't imagine my life without him. That evening I intended to tell my father: yes, I'm leaving, but not very far.

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To my parents

For those who are not afraid to love

The DJ who first inspired me

Dark. Light. Dark.

She wears an elegant black lace corset laced at the back with a satin ribbon. It tightens the small chest and forces the breath to be dosed. It helps to focus. Just a minute before going on stage. She stretches the muscles of her legs, leaning on high heels of perforated leather boots. He pulls on his silk gloves and replays the performance in his head for the last time, imagining it in this atmosphere. Mistakes are unacceptable, and if they do happen, you will need to try to make everything look natural. She knows exactly what she wants: to stun and seduce. Body and mind. He takes one last look at himself in the giant orb illuminating the backstage area. Bright makeup emphasizes the blue of the eyes, Rouge Noir lipstick accentuates her lips with a heart. Hair flowing over her shoulders in wild waves, fluttering in a breath of artificial wind.

Ten seconds to exit. She clutches the droplet on her chest, kisses him and looks up. Into the sky. Everything will be fine.

Dark. Light. Dark.

At this moment, she is what she wants to be. Free. Real. Live.

At this moment, she feels.

She is in front of them, watching. Petite, energetic, gentle and powerful at the same time. Dark hair is collected in a skillful chignon. On it, as well as on the students, a tutu and pointe shoes. No loose strands - she should be an example for these little beasts in tights. Over the beige leggings - a pale blue bodysuit, the color of the eyes.

- Now lined up in rows: Alice, Ginevra, Chiara - in the first; Katerina, Beatrice, Sofia - in the second; Matilda, Vittoria, Giada - in the third.

And after a moment, the space in the center of the hall changes shape and turns from a circle into a square. Here she is, her team of fidgets.

– Good!– Her voice rises again, the trained body repeats the position. - Smile, look up, pull in your stomach, back is straight! We rotate the hips, squeeze the buttocks, hands are relaxed. Higher nose, chest forward, draw in the buttocks… Deep breath…

Bianca types a name on an iPad connected to speakers; she has thin fingers and pastel pink polish on her nails. The piano composition of Lee Ru Ma flows from the speakers, from which the hall is filled with warmth, and faces with light.

- I-i-i demi-plié one, straight two Her voice drops to a monotonous whisper. - Raise up three, faster, faster, smoothly descend, grand-plié five, six, seven, eight … and-and-and the second! Now you yourself, you know the movements ... Come on, without prompts ... Good! Great, little ones. Now it's the same on the other side.

She speaks a mixture of Italian, French and English: one french girls don't understand, she's already been through this. For ten years she has been teaching at this school in the center of Bassano del Grappa, and over the decade she has developed her own method, which combines rigor, dedication, and at the same time takes into account the characteristics and needs of each student. After all, every body is unique, and everyone's head is different. You need to be able to listen. But the most important thing is the inner balance of the teacher. Balance! Here is the first rule classical dance. Girls who have already moved into the fourth grade quickly learned this science. From day one, Bianca made it very clear:

– In this school, you will learn not only the science of dance - first of all, you will learn to stand on your feet, not to fall and always follow the rules. And if you do fall, then learn to get up.

Bianca stops the music. In the center of the hall, nine clouds form a string of light.

“Now the first row is back,” Bianca commands, disposing of the space like a conductor. Her arms are thin and flexible, but with well-defined muscles. She is already over thirty, but she has never loved her body the way she does now - it is athletic, elastic, honed over many years of teaching.

Alice, Ginevra and Chiara carry out her commands clearly, like soldiers, their steps are light.

Yes, teacher?

- Forward. And Ginevra too, so I can see you better.

Both barely restrain themselves from snorting in displeasure, and, after exchanging tense glances, take their places.

– In the third position! Bianca stretches her legs, stands on her toes. Her height barely reaches sixty centimeters, she almost merges with the girls.

“So, do you remember how we always talk? From neck to pelvis we...

- In cement! - they answer in chorus, loudly and clearly.

- Well done! Therefore, do not forget - everything is tense here. - Bianca spends index finger from the hips to the solar plexus. I don't need pudding...

They laugh, and it seems as if the tension that held them down is easing.

- Focused! Grand battement! And one, and two, three and four, to the second uh! Bianca vigorously moves her leg aside. - Good Katerina! Derriere, sock for chignon, and-and-and hands allongees up,” she commands.

Irene Kao

Every Breath You Take. Where words end, dance begins

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To my parents

For those who are not afraid to love

The DJ who first inspired me

Dark. Light. Dark.

She wears an elegant black lace corset laced at the back with a satin ribbon. It tightens the small chest and forces the breath to be dosed. It helps to focus. Just a minute before going on stage. She stretches the muscles of her legs, leaning on high heels of perforated leather boots. He pulls on his silk gloves and replays the performance in his head for the last time, imagining it in this atmosphere. Mistakes are unacceptable, and if they do happen, you will need to try to make everything look natural. She knows exactly what she wants: to stun and seduce. Body and mind. He takes one last look at himself in the giant orb illuminating the backstage area. Bright makeup emphasizes the blue of the eyes, Rouge Noir lipstick accentuates her lips with a heart. Hair flowing over her shoulders in wild waves, fluttering in a breath of artificial wind.

Ten seconds to exit. She clutches the droplet on her chest, kisses him and looks up. Into the sky. Everything will be fine.

Dark. Light. Dark.

At this moment, she is what she wants to be. Free. Real. Live.

At this moment, she feels.

- Now lined up in rows: Alice, Ginevra, Chiara - in the first; Katerina, Beatrice, Sofia - in the second; Matilda, Vittoria, Giada - in the third.

And after a moment, the space in the center of the hall changes shape and turns from a circle into a square. Here she is, her team of fidgets.

Feb 5, 2017

Every Breath You Take. Where words end, dance begins Irene Kao

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Title: Every breath you take Where words end, dance begins
Author: Irene Kao
Year: 2017
Genre: Foreign romance novels, Modern romance novels, Erotic literature

About "Every Breath You Take" Where words end, dance begins.” Irene Kao

Every Breath You Take is a novel about passion and betrayal, the hot nights of Ibiza, dancing until the morning, and wounded hearts looking for love.

Love has turned into hate, life has turned into a lie, and all she has left is an escape.

Some ancient instinct will take her to Ibiza, where nights without sleep, dancing under starry sky and the magic of the most sensual island on earth will give hope for healing.

The breath of nascent love or another betrayal, the rhythm of a magical island or just a mirage, old secrets or new lies - only the heart will tell you if the chosen path does not lead to the abyss ...

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To my parents

For those who are not afraid to love

The DJ who first inspired me

Dark. Light. Dark.

She wears an elegant black lace corset laced at the back with a satin ribbon. It tightens the small chest and forces the breath to be dosed. It helps to focus. Just a minute before going on stage. She stretches the muscles of her legs, leaning on high heels of perforated leather boots. He pulls on his silk gloves and replays the performance in his head for the last time, imagining it in this atmosphere. Mistakes are unacceptable, and if they do happen, you will need to try to make everything look natural. She knows exactly what she wants: to stun and seduce. Body and mind. He takes one last look at himself in the giant orb illuminating the backstage area. Bright makeup emphasizes the blue of the eyes, Rouge Noir lipstick accentuates her lips with a heart. Hair flowing over her shoulders in wild waves, fluttering in a breath of artificial wind.

Ten seconds to exit. She clutches the droplet on her chest, kisses him and looks up. Into the sky. Everything will be fine.

Dark. Light. Dark.

At this moment, she is what she wants to be. Free. Real. Live.

At this moment, she feels.

Chapter 1

- Now lined up in rows: Alice, Ginevra, Chiara - in the first; Katerina, Beatrice, Sofia - in the second; Matilda, Vittoria, Giada - in the third.

And after a moment, the space in the center of the hall changes shape and turns from a circle into a square. Here she is, her team of fidgets.

- Fine! You are great too. Bianca helps her to complete the move. - And now plie- and back.

Jada takes a deep breath, seemingly relieved.

“Yes, yes,” they answer in unison, and the hall is lit up with sincere toothless smiles: many of them are still losing their milk teeth.

The music plays again, but not for long. After a few seconds, Bianca stops the player.

- If I said "all together", then all together. She casts a stern look at the third row. - All over again!

- Okay, stop! Not bad, not bad ... - “excellent” must not be said in any case, otherwise they will completely stop obeying her. Now everyone is lined up.

Her toy soldiers in pink uniform are lining up.

- In a month we will perform on stage.

- Rather! Vittoria exclaims enthusiastically, and the others echo her.

- That's good! – their enthusiasm is transferred to Bianca. She does not yet know how to complete the number, but she will think of something. Maybe even start right now.

So, recently we learned sissonne Does this name mean anything to you?

The third pink soldier raises his hand.

Will you show me, Alice?

Alice performs a series of slurred steps.

- Hmm ... Well, something like that ... - Bianca twists her lips, but immediately pulls herself up: the girl deserves praise at least for her impulse.

- Everyone look here! She takes a stand.

- We start with two soubresaut , and one, and two, a jump from both legs, one is relaxed, the other is behind, stretched out like an arrow ... Remember?

- But not all together, otherwise you will push. In turn. Beatrice, Matilde, Vittoria, Sofia, Katerina - the first group; the rest - in the second. All clear?

Katerina, having already recovered from her embarrassment, decides to ask a question:

- And run back or sideways?

- Good question! When you start, turn around and run straight to your seats to avoid accidents... but only for today, okay?

The music plays again and the girls bustle about taking positions.

The wall clock shows 17:56 - it's time to say goodbye.

Bianca stops the music.

– All good fellows! It's enough for today.

The girls stand in a curtsy pose and bow to the teacher.

- Spa-si-bo, u-chi-tel-ni-tsa, ho-ro-she-go-ve-che-ra! they almost sing, their legs describing a crescent moon, their hands drawing an oval in the air. Then the crescent diverges from right to left.

- Thank you too. She applauds with an infectious smile, snow-white teeth visible between heart-shaped lips covered with a thin layer of colorless balm.

She spreads her arms out to the sides and lets the pink clouds wrap her arms around her.

Katerina, hugging her tightly, almost lifts her off the ground. This girl has amazing strength for her age. Maybe she is not destined to become a great dancer, but Bianca is sure: with such a huge heart, the girl will make happy anyone who meets on her way.

- I love you, teacher!

- And I you. Bianca strokes her head.

“Is it really possible for me to dance a piece of the dance alone?” she asks almost in a whisper.

“Of course, baby. Just like everyone else,” Bianca assures her.

Maybe she was too strict with the girl during these months, she thinks absently, tucking a strand that has escaped from her chignon behind her ear.

Do you think my mom will like the way I perform? She always swears, says, I eat a lot, I will get fat and I won’t fit into a pack!

So that's why Katerina is so unsure of herself - her mother's expectations and reproaches are weighing heavily on her shoulders.

You will be a real star on the stage, trust me. And in a brilliant suit you will become a beauty!

- This? I got it from my mother when she went to heaven.

She looks up, and the memory seems to float up into the sky, so far away and so close. Katerina hugs her again, tighter than before.

- What was your mother's name?

“Her name was Sarah,” Bianca replies almost in a whisper.