[Team One] Reflection
Something unusual this time. Sorry if I just post short things lately.
“Good boy.”
Senga smiled to the shadow and he could feel the shadow was smiling back at him although he couldn’t see much more than a blurry silhouette.
He woke up with a nostalgic feeling for his childhood. He used to be loved, all his efforts were always complimented. He really was a good boy.
Life had changed so fast in the last couple of years: he moved to Tokyo and made his first steps into the show business world. He was sure he was putting the same amount of effort in everything he did as he used to do before, but no one ever praised him anymore.
Nothing was never enough for these people.
He started to feel inadequate as he saw everyone else progressing; their dancing becoming better and better everyday.
He knew it wasn’t his fault. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and started dancing. His body jolting in all directions, trying to run after the music. Proud pearls of sweat were running down his skin as he completed the choreography.
Definitely it wasn’t his fault. He was good at dancing and he could tell. After all, dancing was all he ever did. The people around him had changed. They were greedy people that didn’t like him. That’s why all his efforts were never enough to please them.
But then he thought again.
Those people wanted more for him, and they expected more from him because they knew he could do much better.
Senga stopped again, looking at his own surprised expression in the mirror. His shoulders were still moving up and down as he breathed heavily.
It must be it.
He turned around and smiled at the choreographer.
“Can I try again?”
And then he saw a proud smile on the man’s face. No one praised him that time too, but Senga wasn’t a kid anymore. He didn’t need others to tell him he was doing good, he needed them to remind him to keep on dancing and seize his dream.
mousapelli it's your turn!
“Good boy.”
Senga smiled to the shadow and he could feel the shadow was smiling back at him although he couldn’t see much more than a blurry silhouette.
He woke up with a nostalgic feeling for his childhood. He used to be loved, all his efforts were always complimented. He really was a good boy.
Life had changed so fast in the last couple of years: he moved to Tokyo and made his first steps into the show business world. He was sure he was putting the same amount of effort in everything he did as he used to do before, but no one ever praised him anymore.
Nothing was never enough for these people.
He started to feel inadequate as he saw everyone else progressing; their dancing becoming better and better everyday.
He knew it wasn’t his fault. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and started dancing. His body jolting in all directions, trying to run after the music. Proud pearls of sweat were running down his skin as he completed the choreography.
Definitely it wasn’t his fault. He was good at dancing and he could tell. After all, dancing was all he ever did. The people around him had changed. They were greedy people that didn’t like him. That’s why all his efforts were never enough to please them.
But then he thought again.
Those people wanted more for him, and they expected more from him because they knew he could do much better.
Senga stopped again, looking at his own surprised expression in the mirror. His shoulders were still moving up and down as he breathed heavily.
It must be it.
He turned around and smiled at the choreographer.
“Can I try again?”
And then he saw a proud smile on the man’s face. No one praised him that time too, but Senga wasn’t a kid anymore. He didn’t need others to tell him he was doing good, he needed them to remind him to keep on dancing and seize his dream.
mousapelli it's your turn!