Читать книгу The Ballerina and the Cartel leader - Katherine Neill - Страница 3

It only took about five minutes for Katie to find the gym. The gym had the normal treadmills, stairclimbers, pull up bars, bench press, and some individual weights. The room itself, was the size of four enormous living rooms. It had motivational posters on most walls. Katie's favorite by far was the one that said “Today is my tomorrow. It is up to me to shape it, to take control and seize every opportunity. The power is in the choices I make each day. I eat well, I live well. I SHAPE ME.” Katie thought the poster was motivational. It proved that she was the only one that could make her.

Towards the back of the gym, there were mirrors along the wall. Hardwoods were what was used for flooring. There was a ballerina bar towards the back of the room. In one corner of the room, there was a stereo system to play all the different types of music. It was a perfect dance studio. Although, it looked untouched, clean, perfect. Everything a dance studio isn’t. It appeared as if no one had ever stepped foot in the room at all.

Since it was extremely late at night or extremely early in the morning, Katie did not understand why anyone would have a problem with her dancing for an hour and so then leaving. She figured it would help her forget. At least for tonight. Even escape to for the next couple of minutes at least. Even so, Katie walked into the room and headed for the stereo.

Katie pulled out her purple iPod and turned on Pandora music. She was in the mood for some thing different. Katie was in a certain mood. No song out there could help her, so she figured she would just turn on Pandora for random songs to pour in. Everything and nothing was helping. She finally gave up.

Katie finally decided on the Piano Guys station and the songs started pouring in. Songs of the same variety was what she needed. As the artists poured their soul into the music, Katie poured her heart into her dance moves. Song after song, move after move. It was a ripple effect, the song than her. Even as the song changed, the same pattern repeated.

It was a couple hours later when Katie had noticed that an admirer was standing in the back of the room towards the front of the gym. At first she did not notice him, until she started her turns and halfway through she noticed the figure in the back of the room. Katie instantly recognized Tyler, his characteristics were unique. No one had his height at six feet six inches. Also, the air around him screamed important, powerful, intimidating, some thing to pay attention to. Katie decided it would be best if she acted like no one was around until she was finished. Tyler would eventually get bored and leave or so she thought.

Tyler was mesmerized by her dancing. Tyler felt her emotions when he watched her. As the song changed, she did not. She kept going, kept pushing herself. While watching, he could tell she was just messing around and warming up. Katie made everything so graceful, that it did not matter. It was perfect to him, warm up or performance wise. She was perfect to him.

Tyler was so entranced by her dancing, he had not noticed her stop and stare at him. “Can I help you?” Katie questioned. Katie was all for performing to large numbers of people, but she did not like just one person critiquing her. It made her exceptionally uncomfortable.

“I felt it.” Tyler had watched most of her dancing. He had appeared in the gym about four songs ago. It was his own personal show. He enjoyed how care-free she was in the studio.

“What exactly did you feel?” Katie wondered how someone could feel what she was going through. No one understood her, or no one tried hard enough to. This feeling to Katie was extremely vulnerable. She did not want anyone to feel what she did. It was a secret only to her; her emotion, her thoughts, her feelings.

“I felt it all, the pain and the happiness,” Tyler confessed. Katie knew he had no clue as to what she went through. Especially two weeks ago, but decided to let him go with it. For Tyler, sounded convincing; she wanted to believe him. She wanted someone to feel her pain. Even if she could not admit it to herself, she wanted the pain to be held by someone else; on someone else’s shoulders, or at least a little part of her pain.

“I have been told, you won’t believe me. Hopefully, you eventually will. Personally, you are great. When you dance, there is nothing left to say. No words are even needed. Your audience feels everything, I felt everything. I promise. When you dance, the world stops and watches.” Katie was floored at Tyler’s statement. It also made her feel special when someone commented on her dancing. Especially considering it was when she was her truest form. She could not hide it, it was truly her.

Tyler introduced himself, “Hi, I’m Tyler and when we were kids I had the biggest crush on you. Also, I am pretty sure I have never gotten over you.” Tyler was happy to get it off his chest. He had finally admitted his feelings to her. It only took him over twenty years to finally admit them out loud.

Katie just stared at him as if he had fourteen heads. She had just met this person. So many questions were going through her head. What was he talking about? Was he serious? Who admits some thing this serious? Her childhood was a blur with her memory loss. Maybe he could piece some things back together for her, but would she want Tyler to be the one to tell her. Jackson did not like to talk about it because he never got over the fact that he let her down; had failed her. Katie would have all of her childhood memories yet she only remembers the bad things because Jackson had failed her. There had been a couple good memories, but, for the most part, her childhood was not brought up. Katie knew there had to be some good memories, but the bad outweighed the good.

“Hi, I’m Katie and clearly you know tons more about me than I do. Now if you will excuse me, I am going back to my happy place. Please leave.” The please was not stated so nicely. With that, she turned around and went back to her happy place. She was hoping he got her message. She was not in a fighting mood at the moment. She was more in a depressed and exhausted mood.

He could not have believed his eyes if someone told him she was here. She was the same girl, but different. Jackson was right. The little girl in her was long gone. Tyler could not help but wonder that just maybe he could get certain things about her back. Especially considering he always believed she was the one for him.

You have to understand he never had a relationship, for Katie ruined Tyler at a young age. The girls were not quite right. Their hair was not dark enough, or they were not quite the right height. Most were not independent enough for him. Tyler always compared every girl he passed to Katie. Now that she was under his roof, he was determined to finally have her. Tyler just had to figure out exactly what had changed and what had stayed the same over the years. Tyler was extremely excited for this challenge because he knew the only way to figure her out, he knew he would have to spend lots of time with her.