At the studio.
"Hello, Lancy. Are you busy now or do you have few moments to spare?"
"Oh, Dia. Spare me some moments, please. I'll join you soonest."
Lancy's sweet and polished British accent flowed over the speaker. Dia wasn't really moved by the accent. She had better things and pressing matters weighing on her mind.
She stared blankly at the graffiti wall opposite her on the chair she was seated. It had been several days since the call from the fatty. She spent her days as usual; from studio to work and by and by. She hadn't really been in touch with Max and had hardly been replying his texts. Twas a new day again but she couldn't simply pretend that she was fine.
Twas just 10am, none of her dance students was around yet. The old ones had gone for the concert and had won; they came second though. But twas a thing to be proud of.
She and her secretary were the only ones present at that moment. She had
At the beach. "Hey, Max." Dia said over the phone, then came Max's anxious voice, "Hey, Dia. You scared the hell out of me. What is wrong? Why have you been avoiding my calls? Was it because of what happened the previous day. I didn't--" "Max..." She interrupted and he quit talking. She was trying to imagine the kinda expression he was wearing. His cute and innocent face would very much be smothered at that moment, she guessed. "I'm here, Dia. Couldn't just keep mute since --" "Come to the beach." She interrupted again. Then there came the stutter of Max, "Beach? What beach? You're in --" "Alki." She seemed to take delight in interrupting him. But he didn't mind. He kept coming on and on again. "But it's fine if you are busy." She said but Max shot, "Of course not. I'll be there in twenty minutes." He said. But before either could han
Dia's Studio."One moment."Dia called at her secretary who was just walking towards her end of working place. The lady turned, short black skirt and blue blouse, to-matched with a pair of shoes striped blue and black."Yes, Dia."She said keeping a straight face. Dia didn't hesitate,"About the previous day, I didn't mean to be rude. Just the mood I was in. You've also been very helpful to me and I wouldn't throw dust in your face."She watched the lady's face melt into confusion. She probably was struggling to understand what Dia was doing."Does that mean you're saying a 'sorry'?"The secretary let out her contention. Dia scoffed instead and bit her words,"Is that one of the words you made up?"The secretary smirked and shook her head. She walked away from her as Dia chuckled softly. A part of her was beginning to like the secretary but that feeling wouldn't last long.
Rowe's apartment."Be sure that the hall is well decorated."Max said to the henchman who had just told him about the state of the hall they would be using for the wedding. The wedding hall you might want to say.The henchman bowed slightly and turned away from him. He watched the fellow walk out of the parlour towards the door. He sighed and thought for a while what to do. Whether to call Dia again or just go to her studio.Then he just felt an urgent need to go see his mom. It's been quite a while since he spoke with her. And his wedding was just a throw stone away. He didn't know why he felt differently about the coming wedding when he knew too well that twas just a sham."Mom."He called, taking the passage to the right from the parlour. He would have to take the passage down then take another turn. He had always wondered why his father had built a maze instead of a house. Well, one thing to th
Dia's studio."I've always told you that all you need to keep in shape while dancing is your balance. If you cannot get a hold of it, you would keep missing the vibe in the swaying of both of legs and waist."She said, walking through the second aisle made by the dancing girl divided into three rows of three dancers."Now let's go again."She urged and walked to the front, facing them. Then she started dictating as one after the other the girls came in shape. She called,"Left slide, right back, forward tilt, then jump."She was becoming impressed by the way the girls got in shape. She watched them take the sequence over and over again, then she called,"Excellent. Let's go two more steps. Then we could talk about the music."Watching the girls dance was becoming a great part of her. There were quite the numbers of things which had fall into the plan but weren't original. And somehow, they seemed to ha
Same day."Hope I didn't keep you waiting."Dia heard from behind her and then felt a slight hug from behind then a peck on her cheek. She must have been held in the depth of her thoughts for her not to had heard someone coming."Lancy."She muttered as Lancy hurried to her seat, dropping her bag hastily and holding Dia in her concerned face,"Aww, my baby."Lancy said, reaching her hand across the table to hold Dia's. Dia let her and said,"I'm sorry I was rude to you on the phone."She started. Lancy squeezed her hands gently and smiled,"I would never be mad at you. I brought it upon myself."Dia sighed, trying to hold back her tears. That obviously wasn't what she needed at that time."Were you busy when I called you? Twas too impromptu, I shouldn't had, but I had no option."Dia said again as Lancy came on,"Stop talking about me. You seem worried to
Somewhere in Seattle."You think we will be safe here."Zoe asked, looking at Alex who was busy with his phone. They had just returned to Seattle and needed to keep their head very low for the meantime. And Alex had gotten them this little bungalow, which of course was well stuffed inside.You know, if don't-judge-a-book-by-its-cover was a house, that bungalow which looked pale and unkempt outside, was the right definition for it. The inside of it was like every five star hotels they had been too.There were bathtubs and king size beds, with fluffy bedsheets and comfortable couches with stylish cushions. The wall well painted, and the floor 3D animated ocean life. Though sudden as it seemed, she was beginning to get used to it. Alex was sweeter than she thought."Even my father doesn't have an idea of where we are."He replied her, looking up from his phone. She nodded her head slightly and walked away fr
Dia's apartment."I'm already on my way out, ma."Dia said to the door, turning the knob to lock it. Then she turned away from the door of her room and began to walk through the passage which led to the parlour, the sitting room."Mma?"She called, standing in the middle of the parlour and looking towards the kitchen. She couldn't find her grandma. Her face became contoured."I'm sorry for being a bitch these past few days, not getting to check on you. I'll make it up to you today. I'll come home with the best food you like. The same you've not had --"She stopped talking. It seemed as though she had only been talking to herself."Mma? Where could she had gone this morning?"She stood at that spot for a while thinking. She was running late for work. Twas already past 10 and her student would be waiting for. She had some preparations to make for them. There was a new contest."Maybe s
In a restaurant."Dia, I love you but you don't love me enough. I know that already. If you do love me enough, you wouldn't --""Excuse me."Max looked up suddenly from the meal he should be eating. A simple dish of pork fried noddles. But all he had been able to do was just keep tapping the fork on the plate, playing with the handle before the distraction."Sorry?"He said, looking at the blonde standing before him. She smiled and said,"You were talking to yourself. Not just talking, but talking loud. I thought it would be nice if I let you know."That was rather polite. More polite than he had ever heard Dia speak to him, yet he couldn't see her, all he could see was Dia. And even if he wanted to do a thing, twas just too late. Next week was the big day."Are you listening?"The lady came on again and he snapped back to reality,"Sorry, I was creepy. Didn't know I was think