Madagascar Gloria Dance Novels & Stories

"Mama taught us! Mama knows ALL the dances. She knows salsa and merengue and—and—what's the other one, Mama? The one with the hips?" "Bachata," Mia supplies. Her voice is strained. "Yeah! That one! She's really good! You should see her! Oh wait—you DID see her! Just now! When she was spinning! Wasn't she amazing?" "She was," I say, looking directly at Mia. "She is." Mia looks away. Her hand comes up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear even though it doesn't need tucking. It's a nervous gesture. I remember it.

“‘And the girl with the blue dress. And the blonde with the long red dress…’” “‘That’s right, man…’” His friend Gabriel had elbowed him. “‘You absolutely did… And the one with the long black hair, too…’” “‘So? Are you going to dance with me or not?’” Gloriana said and had shifted her weight to her other hip.

For a moment, I thought my performance was so bad that no one applauded. But that's not it. I opened my eyes and saw bewildered faces looking at me, even Kaylin couldn't keep her confidence and stared at me bewildered. Suddenly, Ms Glenda stood up. She sighed, then clapped her hands slowly. Like a chain effect, people came to their senses and clapped their hands and whistled. "I think I've just passed out. When I watch Esther Joan ballet, I think of the legendary ballerina Rowan Ambar of the Angels."