Scanning through the pages of the book of Paulo Coelho that Saturday morning. The bleak blue sky arousing from the superb heaven reflected a grerat gleam on the windows. It was a cozy day feeling like this was the greatest spectacle that ever happened to me.
As I was looking furiously in the door, there appeared my buddy. Having been exposed to sunlight, it appears that she was ruffled by her actions. Something was in her mind and I was yet to discover.
“Phew! Remember what I told you last week?” she said pantingly
“Of your dance lesson? Of your censorious grades? Or is it a new one? I answered quickly as I can.
“The dance lesson. . .” she stops immediately and continued. . .
“You know what I wanted; first I wanted to join an organization wherein I can learn to dance-a simple one. Then moving on the second like “hierarchy”, the one that could harness myself and my being.” and she paused
“I want a step higher. . .”
“So, it means that you are again on the C-class?” I said
“The one that I was not expecting!” she said
I was filled with remorse when I heard her saying this. She was indeed a great dancer (classically speaking). She dance as she moves, then she moves as she dance. She's a great ballerina. And It's sad to say, my friend was only in the Class-C.
The next day, I saw her solitary in the library. She's weeping and all of a sudden got uncertain. Her face flushed and her shaggy hair wrapped her eyes. I never saw her like that. And I talked to her.
“Maybe this is not the time for you my friend, remember. . . elegant flowers do not bloom easily if they don't meet the time efficient for them to bloom and be productive.
She understood it, although she was covering her face with her beige shawl, her face bounced-back. Her fluffy face was the one I saw when I first met her. Her eyes shows no defeat. And suddenly to her immense relief, she said: “Ballet is what I love the most, this time I will not fail. . .”
And that was I ' expecting from her. . . from that moment, I can say, she's like recuperating from her longtime exhaustion. And I grin all throughout.
The next day, I was in the library searching for a thesis statement, then settled awhile. I felt the cold caressing my body and suddenly I was evoked by a hand covering my eyes. She was again Lani, my depressed friend!
As she was looking at me. I saw a jolly face trying to utter that there is a “good news” and that she expects I would guess it.
“Is it promoting from the class?” I said happily.
“Yeah! This is it! My big surprise is that, I was moved to class A-they think my abilities are beyond excellence.” she said with great excitement.
I stumbled when I heard this. This was a great achievement for her. The fulfillment of her dreams. The biggest victory she received. The flower that will bloom in no time. I guess, she will achieve her great passion to dance.
The biggest moment came to her life and that was their cultural presentation, competing for the gold in the “World's Dancing Gem”.
As I watched the others performing such dance. Amazement was not unto me. Until the performance of Lani came. There were many ballerinas in the group and it was difficult to distinguish Lani from the group.
It started with a magnificent impersonation, then group-unity ballets, and a breath-taking stunts. There appeared a graceful lady like a swan trying to fly like a gull. She flies like there were no heaven but a better world found through perfection of knowledge. She dances to the beats of music. She was like evolving from her shell. The flexibility, the smoothness and the loveliness was in her. The unlimited concept of freedom.
The crowd applauded to such a splendid performance. . .
And after while, she appeared before me . . .
“How does it feel?” I said proudly
“I feel like I was a bird, flying to my peakest ability. I feel I own the world, the universe. I can reach the heaven above when I try it to be. I was surprised that I could do it without thinking. I feel like I am free of what can I do. I feel God had bestowed me all those things to help myself learn and teach them to others. A potential I've long been waited. A dream that was once shattered and bound to existence again.” and then she laugh
