That Thursday

THE BACKSTAGE

Everything seemed normal that Thursday so the flamenco show could start at 10 pm.

A woman, with fine features and delicate beauty, was standing at the entrance to the Cafe bar. Nearby her, a man who looked like her brother, but was not. Maybe they were just friends.

They sat in front of the stage. The frenzy could be felt in the clinking of the glasses, the laughing and buzzing between the tables.

Backstage, the dancer was full of expectations. She was listening to the musicians, the guitar and the singing flow coming in behind the curtains. She took a deep breath and made a cross sign, hand in hand with other dancers, whispering the wish, "break a leg".

THE STAGE

When she entered, the dimness in the saloon had been felt by her. The slow breath, motionless between time and space. The immersion of suspense between breaths.

That night, the spectators got the energy of her tap dance. They feel her precise movements, involved by the music from the guitar and the singer. The rose, stuck in her hair, threatened to fall. The sweat droplets on her temples have been noticed and came out in the same intensity as her arms, torso, and legs were drawing the movements.

She looked toward him and thought of something that might get his attention. She made a quick, sloping turn, positioning herself on his diagonal. The choice to make sure he understood immediately. Her hips and feet were signed in his direction. Her body was bent so that her hands reached the tip of the shoe. And as a joke, she has offered him the dance that she had just done, with a kiss.

The audience fell into a delight, and with them, the rose of her dissolute hair. The sound of the guitar, the clapping, and the singing went up, drowning out the murmur of the spectators, intertwined with the nervous laugh of the chosen one of the night.

She turned on her back and played with her shoulders, coming out in a zigzag as if nothing had happened. She turned her head to look at him with a leer and said quietly, "Vale!"

THE CABINET

The women entered the door, invaded the small space with anxiety and exclamations!

The dancer was sitting in front of the mirror, touching up her make-up. She was still heaving because she had just left the stage. She took a sip of water and stood up to receive that whirlwind of conversation.

"How beautiful was your dance!" She felt her friend's hug. The congratulations have come along with the popped kisses!

A student, who was standing at the door, exclaimed "Oh! I want to dance like this! The final moment was so intense!"

They all laughed! The night has been so colorful and perfect! The wine and tapas were delicious, and the dance, guitar, and sing were successful.

She decided to return to the main hall and realized the Cafe was full. She was looking around, trying to find someone while she was collecting the looks and smiles of admiration.

LOVE

Suddenly, somebody touched her arm and broke the mood: "You are so brave!" And appointing a woman in the middle of the room, he continued: "I think she is the partner from that man, whom you sent the kiss. I still can't believe you did that!"

She blew out a sigh and found the man who was waiting for her. They smiled at each other shameless. When art and life come together, the illusion has its beauty. It could happen when the heart and expression of an old soul meet themselves.

The space between their bodies came over, and without any explanation, the lips sealed a kiss breathless.