Behind The Stage…
“Vivian… Where is Neysa?” My dancing mentor says. “Sir, I don’t know, she’s not picking my phone call,” I reply. “We are short on time, She has to be here otherwise, you know the consequences.” He replies with full of aggression because Neysa is not responding to anyone.
“I am trying my best to contact her but her phone is switched off,” I reply again. “Keep trying we have 1 hour left to be on stage, if she doesn’t come, we will lose the competition,
she is your partner and, she has to be with you, you will not be allowed to perform single and we can’t find another one at this short of time, so please try to get her back here.” My coach is saying to me and he doesn’t know exactly what had happened with us, due to that reason she is not picking my phone.
I remember when I was young around 10 years old, she used to come to my home to take a dancing class. My mother was a dancing teacher and she used to teach dance to my sister,
so Neysa also used to learn with my sister, both as friends and they would talk and chit chats most of the time together. By the way, her name is Neysa. When I saw her first time dancing in my home,
I had a crush on her at that moment. Although she was older than me, I was fallen in love with her, maybe it was just an attraction or childhood feeling, she was around 16 years old a young beautiful girl, she used to dance so gracefully and passionately,
that I was inspired by her dancing moves. We used to exchange our smiles, while dancing, I never had an interest in dance before when I saw her but whenever I used to see her dancing,
I started taking interest and made me passionate about dance, we hardly used to talk to each other because of her calmness and peacefulness nature, she used to prefer silent and quiet. She was really an introvert kind of girl I guess.
She is same reserved and tight-lipped kind right now. I asked her one day in childhood time that,
“why do you dance.” Her reply was amazing and very inspirational, “I can’t live without dancing, it’s my passion, I am alive because I dance.” Her passion was the dancing only and my too instantly when I started crushing on her, and she was the only my inspiration.
“If you are not allowed to dance, then what will you do,” I asked her. “I will not do anything because I will not be alive, I am dead.” She replied.
Her reply made me shocked because she was so young at that time and had so much passion and aggression for her dancing. I remember after few days she was absent and was not coming my home when I asked about her from my sister, she told me that her father got transferred in the different city, so they all shifted from that village.
She inspired me so much that I never stopped dancing since then. I asked many times from my sister that if she had contacted her but, after that, she never had gotta into her contact. Since my mom was a dance teacher so she had only dream to see me dancing on the big stage.
She had always dreamed of me a good dancer. But I had lost my inspiration. After ten years of my continuous dancing, I got a chance to get admission in this dance academy. I remember when I was sent to a unique dancing institute, this is the name of this institution,
where I am learning dance. It is really unique because of its dance course design. We have all kind of dancing class depending on students interest, style, skills and comfort, they teach us to make the master of dance, so they have patterned the course accordingly. We are having a modern dance, hip hop, jazz, lyrical dance, contemporary, salsa and merengue. Very soon I became the master of dancing.
I remember one day I was practicing my dancing steps in the evening suddenly my teacher came to me and said: “this lady has registered herself to continue her dancing passion, so you need to support her to be on track, I am giving you her responsibility, she will be joining from tomorrow.” “Ok……..”While Saying this when I saw her I was really shocked and amazed, at the same time very happy.
It was Neysa. “Hey……. I know you.” I told her with full of excitement. “I am so sorry, I don’t know you.” Her reply made me cry inside my heart.
“Do you remember, you used to come in my home for learning dance from my mother, my sister used to be your friend,” I said to her. “I don’t remember, sorry…..” she replied, how could she forget. “No problem…… I am so sorry,” I said.
“Actually my father works for the government, so we always shift from one place to another, maybe I used to come to take the dancing class from your mother, I am not able to remember exactly.”
She was forcing her mind to mesmerize the past. She was right because I remember she had come for a few days at my home, so how could she remember those things. From the next day, she started practicing and I was the only one to support her in rehearsal.
I mesmerize about 15 days ago, we got to know that a dancing competition is going to be started and we had to participate in the competition, all students were divided into several teams and it was internal competition against all teams to qualify for the main dancing competition.
Neysa and I were started practicing on our salsa and contemporary dance, we had choreographed according to Neysa comfortable dancing skills. I was not able to understand,
she was so much crazy and passionate about dancing in her early tender age, why she stopped dancing. “You were so confident for your dancing passion in your life, what was the reason that made you discontinue your dance,” I asked while practicing our dance moves.
“I don’t remember, and it’s not important what we feel in childhood, can be the same in the future.” She replied with a low tone voice. “Why…… I remember you wanted to be a dancer, you used to say that you are alive because of dance.”
I reminded her words of the past. “I told you, it doesn’t matter your thoughts for others, most of the time you have to be practical, maybe I was wrong at my early age of life.” While answering that she was nervous and her face was a little upset and confused. I was not opening up her past. I started thinking about her.
I remember after ten days continuously rehearsals and we won the internal competition of our institute, we got the chance of participating in the main competition. “We need to celebrate this winning,”
I requested her to come with me at dinner, first, she hesitated and then finally she was convinced by me. “But,….. not dinner,” she replied. “Why…….. then what…..” I asked again.
“After class, we’ll go for something else, but only for 1 hour.” She replied “Ok……. Great….” I replied with a smile because she usually doesn’t like enjoying her life and especially with boys.
I remember that day we did full on enjoyments and blast of laughs riot. My childhood love story started coming out from my heart, I started feeling the same love for her when I had in my childhood, we had the age gap but by her graceful appearance and her enticing personality was making me crazy, she was like being breathtaking for me.
Three Days Defore…
I remember 3 days before the main competition, we were doing ur dance rehearsal, I was not able to control my feelings and emotions,
finally, “do you know, you are my childhood crush, you were my inspiration and I always wanted to express my feelings.” I said to her my feelings.
“Don’t do this…….” As soon as I just completed my words, she started warning me and was not able to listen. “At least listen to me,” I requested her to let me complete my talk. “Sorry…… let focus on rehearsal.”
While saying this she started dancing. “No….. you have to hear me.” I replied. “What is wrong with you, what do you wanna say.” Her reply was rude and hurtful but I didn’t think much and finally said,”
I love you, I can’t stop myself loving you.” “I told you, don’t do this, you can’t understand.” My face was being red and her fingers prints were stamped on my face with red, again she slapped while screaming and shouting on me.
I couldn’t understand, what was wrong with her, why she was so angry and annoyed on me, she would have spoken no to me. Again she slapped me and started crying.
“What happened, tell me…..” as soon as I was about to ask she left the room. Since that day I have been trying to contact her but she is not picking my call, I texted several times and apologized for my mistakes but she has not replied yet.
Two days ago I called my sister and explained everything about happening between us. I also told her to talk with Neysa to say sorry on my behalf and at least come to dance with me because without her my passion is incomplete and she is my inspiration,
so she has to be here with me to accomplish. My sister assured me that she would be trying to convince her. Yesterday when she met to Neysa, she was shocked and when she told me,
I was more shocked than anyone. “Hello … Vivaan, I met Neysa today.” My sister called me. “Tell me why she is not coming, how is she,” I asked aggressively with my sister.
“She will not be dancing with you in this competition, her family is not allowing her.” I was not understanding why her family would not permit her for dancing. I remember her family was so supportive that her mother used to encourage her.
“At least tell her to talk with me.” I requested my sister to support me. “Forget her, she is married and her husband doesn’t like her dancing passion,” when she told me I was so shocked that I couldn’t realize what to say and what not to say.
I was ashamed of myself and I couldn’t even think before expressing my love and feelings for her. “When I met her, she was crying, actually she is not angry on you and your feelings, in fact,
she respects your emotions and doesn’t want to hurt you, but she is helpless, she has a kid and she is not able to give her full time to kid.” “But … she can do it after this competition,
we have to perform in this competition, it’s about our passion.” I replied. “When I met her and listened about her life tragedy I was not able to understand how her life can be so much painful and hurtful,
Whatever she told me about her past was horrifying and frightening for her;
“Shiksha you know, when I was young, I was confident and so much passionate about my dream, I used to always think that if I stop dancing, I am dead, I am alive because of my dance,
my father was a conservative old customs tradition follower, he started forcing me to leave my passion he got me married with the same kind of government employee having the same mentality like my father, at the very early stage of my life around 21 years old,
he thinks that if a daughter is not getting married at an early age, then no good and government person would marry. He thinks the daughter is a burden for parents, he killed my life at a very early stage of life,
somehow I have been managing or saving my marriage because of my kid, I wanted to live my with freedom so I decided to follow my heart and my passion, my husband was not knowing that I had been going to dance class,
he every day beats me, one day he saw me dancing into my room, we had fought on that day and finally, he decided that if I continue dancing then……” she opened up everything about her life.
“then what, tell me,” my sister Shiksha replied her aggressively and I also asked my sister aggressively. “Then, What…… what did her husband said to Neysa.” I started asking but she didn’t reply, “I wanna meet her, give me her address.” I asked her address from my sister. “Ok……” she said.
I remember yesterday I went to her when her husband was in the home. I rang the bell over several times. “Who is this…..” While opening the door, a hard and harsh sound came out from inside, must be her husband.
“I am Vivaan, Neysa’s dancing partner, I need to talk with her, can you please call her.” I requested him to let me meet and talk with Neysa. “How dare you to come here, she can’t meet you,” While he was yelling, shouting at me, I kept on requesting him.
“Neysa, I’ll take your Only one minute, you have to talk with me, it’s about our passion, your passion, don’t kill yourself,” I started speaking louder than normal voice.
I remember his husband started pushing me and trying to punch me, suddenly she came out and started screaming on me. “You can’t understand, I told you, I don’t have any dream, I can’t dance, I can’t come with you for dance-off competition.” She replied to me in rudely and shouting away.
“So have you heard her or you wanna see yourself in the garbage with fractured bones and scratches on your face, do you wanna me to push you harder from here, just go from here otherwise I am gonna call the police,”
I remember he was so aggressive that he started pushing me harder. “Just follow your heart, don’t kill yourself again, I request you, please…….” While saying those things I left the place, since that time I have faith in her and hope that she would come, my teacher had also tried to contact her but don’t know whether she is coming or not.
Full of a crowded hall and everyone is screaming our name because next turn is ours. “The next contestant is from the unique dancing academy.” Our team name is announced, I don’t know, if she is not coming I have to quit the competition.” While waiting for our name announcement for performance I am thinking.
“Don’t worry, you don’t need to quit, you are gonna win, we are winning together hopefully….” Suddenly one voice comes, it’s Neysa. I was knowing that she will be coming because she can be oppressed for a long time, she knows how to face and get over from problems.
“I was knowing that you will come, I have full faith on you, but what about your husband,” I asked about her husband out of my curiosity. “He only brought me here on time,” she replies.
“How…… how did you convince him,” I ask again? “When you came yesterday, today I was about to come when I was coming, he clearly told me that;
“if you wanna go, don’t come again, we’ll meet in court, I am not gonna give you my kid, you decide what you want, your passion or your family.” My husband threatened me to divorce and never get my kid to me, but I simply said,
“Is this a family, when I got married you that day I was dead, I am just a dead body, dancing was my passion and I used to live because of my dance, I am going today to live my passion because of my daughter, if I don’t go, my daughter would never dare to dream or follow her passion,
I am not gonna let my daughter feel helpless like me in her whole life again. You decide what you want either a dead wife or a dead daughter, or without wife and daughter, I will get my daughter from the court, while saying that I started coming toward here, suddenly my husband came out and said,
“how would you go, by walk, can you reach on time by walking,” I don’t care, I replied, “come on, I will drop you there, you don’t need to run, we will see your dance, Niviya wants to see your performance,” after that he brought me here.”” Neysa replies. “I am so sorry whatever I spoke to you, I was not aware of your marriage and kid,
but you are really my first crush,” I reply with regret. “Can we go now on stage or I go back home.” She replies while going on stage. “Yes ……. But don’t leave your passion again.” I request her to follow her heart.
“Don’t worry now we are gonna famous now after winning this competition, and girls are gonna crazy for you.” She replies After the fabulous and mind-blowing performance, the winner name is going to be announced. “The winner is………….. unique dancing academy, Neysa and Vivaan,”
people start screaming applauding, enjoying, happy from our performance, they want to see us again on stage in another performance. What do you think, your husband is going to allow you again to dance and perform with me.” I say. “Now I don’t need his permission, I am a dreamer, I will follow my dreams and my passion.” She replies. “Great…….. that’s why you are my inspiration.” I reply.