Page 134 of Fighting Fate
"Alright, it's showtime," I say, feeling the energy as the song's beat signals Mr. Hanmann's entrance. He's the first dad to join the performance today, a pleasant deviation from the norm of moms dancing with their children. His impact on his daughters makes this moment all the more special.
The audience's reaction is immediate and enthusiastic as he steps on stage. Cheers and applause reverberate through the auditorium, welcoming Mr. Hanmann as he confidently joins his daughters. It's a heartwarming scene—a father dancing with his girls, a sight that captures everyone's attention.
Their routine unfolds seamlessly, with Mr. Hanmann synchronizing flawlessly with Lily and Georgia. As the performance reaches its climax, the audience's enthusiasm grows stronger. It evolves beyond just a dance competition, transforming into a moving testament to family bonds and unity. The happiness in the girls' eyes and the evident joy on Mr. Hanmann's face are clear for all to see.
When their dance ends, the applause is thunderous. Mr. Hanmann, beaming, embraces his daughters. After congratulating them on stage with high-fives and a teasing, "Not too shabby, Ben," to Mr. Hanmann, we make our way backstage, then out into the lobby, where everyone waits for the announcement of the winners.
As I stand there, trying to calm my racing heart, a familiar voice suddenly says, "That was amazing, sis." Luke's arms wrap around me from behind, lifting me off the ground in a tight hug. "You kicked ass out there," he adds, his voice filled with pride.
I close my eyes, soaking in the moment, when another voice adds, "That was truly incredible to watch, Mills." My heart misses a beat at the sound of that voice—Miles.
Miles, Sunshine, my best friend. The one whose absence has created such a deep void in my life, the one I've missed more than words can say. All the emotions I've been wrestling with come rushing to the surface. My heart feels like it's cracking open, each fissure a reminder of how much I've yearned for this moment, for him.
I steel myself, fighting to keep my emotions in check as I gently touch the ground and turn to face him. His deep, expressive eyes meet mine, eyes that have always communicated more than words ever could.
Stay focused, Milli.
Just then, the announcer calls, "Could we have Milli Sutton and the Hanmann sisters on stage, please?"
Luke's hand rests on my shoulder, nudging me gently but firmly. "Sis, go on. It's your moment," he says encouragingly.
Again, the announcement: "Milli Sutton, please come to the stage."
Me? Wait, did we win? Excitement bubbles up inside me, a mix of disbelief and sheer joy.
Before I can hurry off to find Georgia and Lily, a hand grasps my waist, halting me. In that moment, everything narrows down to just him and me.
Miles reaches out, gently tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. Despite my initial impulse to pull away, I'm frozen, captivated by the closeness of our encounter. His breath caresses my skin, triggering a chill to ripple down my spine. "I'm so damn proud of you, Milli Girl," he whispers gently.
His voice, the warmth in his use of my special nickname, the genuine respect shining from his gaze—it all wraps around me, igniting a conflict within: an impulse to pull him into a fierce kiss or to push him away with a slap.
I catch myself; there's a tangled web of unresolved issues lying between us. This isn't the moment for old flames to rekindle, not with the scars of the past still tender. I muster a small smile, offering a measured, "Thanks, buddy," while lightly tapping his chest.
Oh, that chest. It feels like tapping into solid strength.
Focus, Milli.
His face changes, a flicker of confusion crossing it, likely thrown off by my restrained reaction.
Did he really think things could go back to normal so easily?
Shrugging off the intense moment with Miles, I redirect my focus and stride toward the stage. This is my moment, and I'm determined not to let anything, especially my complicated emotions for Miles, overshadow it.
Quickly, I scoop up the Hanmann sisters, still basking in their father's embrace, and we dash hand in hand toward the front of the stage. The audience, still buzzing from the energy of the performances, watches us with anticipation. My eyes catch sight of a woman approaching with a check so enormous it nearly dwarfs me. The excitement of holding it, feeling the tangible proof of our victory, thrills me. But more than for myself, I wanted this victory for Lily and Georgia. This win isn't just a personal triumph; it's a stepping stone for their future in dance.
They deserve this and so much more. Such moments reinforce my dream of opening my own dance studio to create opportunities and inspire others. The impact I've made in these girls' lives is immeasurable, and I know it's an experience I'll carry with me forever.
As Lily and Georgia grasp the oversized check emblazoned with "CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR UNLIMITED DANCE LESSONS FROM K - 12," my heart swells with pride. They now have the freedom to choose their dance journey, a wonderful opportunity for them to learn from the best.
As I'm about to step down, allowing the girls to bask in their achievement, the announcer, with a playful chuckle, draws my attention. "We have something for you, too, Milli." A woman, perhaps a few years older than me, steps forward, presenting me with a plaque. "Outstanding Achievement Award for Best Duo in Dance Teaching," it reads in elegant silver letters. The applause from the audience washes over me as I accept the plaque, a mix of surprise and deep gratitude flooding through me.
This moment signifies more than just a personal accolade; it's a recognition of my dedication to teaching and nurturing a love for dance. Reflecting on the hours spent choreographing last semester, guiding these young beginners, and watching their growth, this award feels like a validation of all those efforts.
Standing there, with Lily and Georgia glowing beside me, I realize this award celebrates our collective journey; how dance can transform lives, instill confidence, and forge unbreakable bonds.
As the event slowly winds down, encircled by proud parents, students, and encouraging supporters, I'm immersed in a sensation that transcends the thrill of the night. This occasion isn't merely another checkpoint in my career; it's a profound validation of my dreams and ambitions.
Clutching the plaque tightly to my chest, I descend from the stage. The dream I've harbored for so long, of opening my own dance studio, now seems closer and more achievable than ever. Turning to look at Lily and Georgia's radiant smiles, my heart fills with renewed determination. I'm more inspired than ever to guide, teach, and revel in the magical realm of dance, ready to tackle any obstacles that lie ahead.