I doubt he felt my eyes on him. Even though I sat 13 rows away from where he stood, the intensity of his gaze was giving me the goosies. Did she not feel it? He definitely did not feel anything but her.
Her routine wasnt easy. She jumped high, was twirled around a dozen times, slid across the dance-floor umpteen number of times. Every second movement had her peers in the front row bursting into a cheer. This was just a rehersal, with a dozen people in the hall. I wondered what kind of buzz she would create when she stepped out for her final performance. She seemed so unaware of it though. She still seemed so unaware of him……….
He too stood there, not reacting to either her high jumps or her twirls – expressionless…….
As her routine ended, she hugged her partner and waved to the front row. Walking away from the stage, she stared into the darkness…..then came a slight tilt of her head and a slight smile. As the realisation struck me, I turned to look at him but he was gone. The corner was empty.
Picking up my umbrella, I walked out of the hall. The things that this city’s rain exposes you to. To escape it, I had run in…..to the hall, to an amazing performance, to an intense emotion, to complete devotion.
*to be continued…..