Saturday classes are something that Catherine had been dreading. She’d very much rather work on her own and spend the entire day in the library for the Related Literature part of her thesis, or patching up news articles of missing children—something she had been doing for so long, and ate up her summers for the past nine years—in order to see if there are similarities between the missing kids and Felipe’s. She made it a point to finish all her works in order to play detectives always. She refused to let this case rest.
It doesn’t matter whether Felipe’s dead or alive at this point—though she prays to God that he is well—all she needs is his presence. Her beating heart resented to stop aching for ten years now until Felipe’s found, and she fears the most that her soul might stay bothered for the rest of her life.
She could do all of those—hunting for related literature for her thesis and stitching up evidences for plausible suspects—but that day, she had no choice but to sit through boring lectures and listen to her professor’s life story. A usual routine done every Saturday. She just wishes the day would be over soon as her professor began with the words “this happened to me one time” while discussing a part of a story. She always manages to relate every literature to her life, but her students are beyond disinterested. She doesn’t seem to care. In her defense, it’s her way of making her pupils understand the story a little more.
There’s too much stories, and less lessons to comprehend, Catherine had thought, and how she wished that she’ll be able to walk out the door, ending her session of the class, and work on whatever it was that she’s been dying to work on without being deemed as rude by her professor. But there was just no way.
Catherine might look unfazed as the class went on, but her head had been throbbing for nearly four hours out of impatience, begging the heavens for something to happen that could potentially cut the lecture short. But nothing happened. There were scribbles at the chalkboard that she almost couldn’t comprehend anymore, she found it so hard to follow through especially when the professor seemed to only be discussing with herself due to lack of interaction between her and the students. The entire class found her boring and link it to her teaching approach being terrifying. Terror, as they called it. The poor professor was one of the teachers the students had nicknames for, and talk about her behind her back relentlessly.
But the only pleasing sound to hear coming from the professor was “...and that concludes the end of the class. Thank you all for listening.” And Catherine swore she had heard her classmates sighing in relief. She turned around and saw some of the girls in the class stretching and yawning, some placing the strap of their purses on their shoulders and heading out with an obviously fake “thank you, professor!” before walking out the door.
Catherine grabbed the strap of her bag, gave the professor a coy smile and following all the girls out. There were chatters coming from the girls about the lesson, and how everything was so boring, and how the professor had talked about her personal life once again. This is a part of Catherine’s Saturday routine as well as the other girls. It’s almost as if Catherine had their outside-the-classroom dialogues memorized already.
“Ugh, did you learn something? I don’t,” said one girl.
“I only learned about her fucking life. How unnecessary, right?” replies her friend.
Catherine shook her head again, stopping herself from eavesdropping, and taking a different route on the way to the library. She passed by the same dance hall again, and a familiar music met her ears. And for the first time that day, she felt relieved.
Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker was playing, and Catherine was taken aback the time she danced in front of thousands of crowds to that music. She recalled the applause, the praises, the people asking if they could take a picture with her, and aspiring ballerinas asking for advice on how to achieve such a stunning performance. She was also reminded of her costume: a night blue dress that reaches until above her knees and shoes with the similar color to match. She refused to wear the typical tutu that night, and thought that the silk dress was something that fitted the mood. Fortunately, the stylist followed through, and was thankful when everyone adored her outfit even though she wasn’t in the typical ballerina costume.
She found herself on her tiptoes, spinning along to the music. When she realized what she was doing, she stopped herself and heaved a sigh, once again, taking a peek of the people inside the dance hall out of curiosity.
And to her surprise, it was the same ballerina that captivated her heart days ago, and she continued to do so as Catherine watched her graceful movements, some hasty, some slow, and it made her want to barge in the room and dance along with her, even teach her the choreography that she learned many, many years ago because she thought that this ballerina would be so good at dancing it that way.
Upon realization, Catherine stopped looking through the window and pressed her back against the wall. “Oh god,” she sighed.
Catherine has got a crush.
As she breathed heavily, the ringing of her cellphone took her by surprise. She jumped at the ring tone before reaching for her phone on her pocket and answering the call.
“Yes mom?”
Catherine couldn’t comprehend what her mother was saying as her eyes and her mind was still fixated on the ballerina. She even thought that how could that professor criticize her. “It’s an emergency!” Catherine gained consciousness when her mother’s voice had gotten louder. Her mother sounded like she was in trouble so Catherine told her mother that she’ll be there immediately. She wanted to watch more, however, her mother needs her right now at her ballet class. She saw that there was ambulance outside her mom’s ballet school when she arrived so she hurriedly went inside and saw Courtney. the leading ballerina, got injured. Catherine went to her worried mother and asked, “Wha
Ever since she found her heart captivated by this unnamed ballerina, Catherine had been finding time in order to catch a peek of the dance hall where this ballerina mostly practiced, at the same time hoping to know her name too. Catherine imagined scenarios of chance encounters with this girl and formally introducing herself, but she thought that these imaginations are too good to be true. She thought that she’s too shy to even introduce herself, and the chance encounters she imagined are far from possible from happening. As mentioned, eavesdropping wasn’t really her thing, until the moment she saw this girl perform. She had to learn more about her, though the only thing she gets was a heavy heart whenever the same instructor who criticize her movements. She cannot remember a time where this man complimented her. It’s always harsh inputs and Catherine could have sworn that one time, she saw tears trickling down her rosy
Catherine and Lyra arrived at her mom’s ballet school only to find that the audition had finished. “That’s a wrap, everybody.” Her mother said and her students clapped. Catherine saw Lyra a bit disappointed and she knew that Lyra wanted the role, too. She even thinks that Lyra knew about this Ballet Concert but because of the negative criticism she gets from her professor she may have decided not to audition. “My mother did not inform me about ending the audition this early so we have a good reason for you to have the late audition.” Anita saw her daughter talking to a young lady she had never seen before so she approached them. “Mom, this is Lyra Gomez and she’s here to audition.” Catherine knew that her mother is strict about punctuality and she was ready to have her mother’s scolding but she’s eager to let Lyra have the leading role. “If there is anything that I wouldn’t let it pass
Catherine was running late for her class when she passes by the dance hall and hearing the unnamed professor say something about the auditions. There, Catherine already knew that it was Lyra who’d been receiving this unnecessary lecture, so she gathered all her guts, took a deep breath and pushed the door open, entering the dance hall. Everyone in the class looked at her with their eyes widened, including Brittany, who was looking at Catherine with flirting eyes, Lyra, whose eyebrows were furrowed and nearly in tears, and the instructor with a confused expression plastered on his face. “Pardon me, but I can’t help but overhear about Lyra’s audition in my mom’s production.” “Catherine Hernandez! Daughter of that amazing Anita Hernandez. What about the audition?” “I don’t mean to interrupt
Catherine had always been looking forward to her free day as she either get to do her thesis or play detective and sometimes both but today she decided to find her brother Felipe as she have found a person to help her — big time. She went to Tacky’s apartment holding a brief case containing all the data that could help her find her brother Felipe. They went to the same room or which Catherine would love to call the “FBI” room as there was so much technology in there. Tacky is a computer engineer and a mystery nerd that she had met during a project in a general subject. “Here are all the files.” Catherine handed the documents to Tacky immediately and she observed Tacky checking each document.&nb
School holidays were when Catherine felt absolutely grateful because after her thesis works, she finally gets to attend to the mystery she’s been wanting to solve for years now. Finally, she’s got her hand on the flash drive that contained the CCTV footage, and she reached Tacky’s apartment door. She knocked in a special pattern for Tacky to know that it was her. After a few seconds, the knob of the door twisted and Tacky welcomed Catherine with a smile. “So,did you have it?” “I have, and God, do I hope that this solves our case once and for all.” Tacky held the door open and Catherine stepped in. She, once again, observed her surroundings and admired how nerdy Tacky is with his outrageous amount of devices around, most of which she doesn’t know the name
The rehearsal had just finished and everyone else was packing up including Catherine who is helping her mother. Lyra shyly approached Catherine and Anita noticed her so she stopped for a moment and so did Catherine. “Lyra! I heard Cath’s taking you home.” Anita said it with a joyful manner making Catherine frown upon her mother’s excitement. “Y-yeah.” Catherine found Lyra cute when she’s a bit shy. Catherine even thought that Lyra looked like one of those anime girls that gets really cute when they blush or get embarrassed. “How about having dinner with us, first?” Anita suggested and both Lyrah and Catherine said “No”&
The next day Catherine went to school early and she had so much time before her class starts. She saw Lyra walking few meters ahead her.“Lyra” Catherine called and went to Lyra.“Hi” Lyra answered with shyness. “You’re quite early.” She added.“I woke up early and decided to go to school. I can always sleep at the social hall or at the library. What about you?” Catherine answered.“I’m on my way to the dance hall.” Lyra replied.“I guess I’ll tag along.” Catherine said and Lyra shyly nodded.Catherine, although she didn’t show it, was happy and enthusiastic to be with Lyra.“Oh yeah, I would like to ask how were you able to lift me up? “ This question had been bothering Lyra ever since their dance. She knew how Catherine had such s