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A Cinderella Spell - Chapter 3, Dancing the Blues Away
"Beth."
"BETH!"
"ELIZABETH VICTORIA BENNET!!!" shouted my Mam from downstairs. I sat up
in bed and wiped the sleep from my eyes. Whatever's wrong it must be
urgent for her to use my full name including a middle name I didn't
realise I had.
"WHAT?" I shouted back.
"DON'T "WHAT" ME YOUNG LADY," she shouted back up again. "YOU'VE GOT TO
BE FITTED FOR THREE DRESSES THIS MORNING BEFORE YOU TURN UP FOR PRACTICE
AND YOU'RE STILL IN BED. NOW GET THAT PRETTY LITTLE BACKSIDE OF YOURS UP
NOW OR WE'RE GOING TO BE LATE!"
I groaned to myself. I wasn't 100% sure what these dresses or the
practice was for, but something told me it had something to do with the
ballroom dancing trophies
I discovered yesterday.
I trudged downstairs in my dressing gown, Mam had some cereal and a cup
of tea waiting for me on the kitchen. I sat down and started eating,
trying to think of ways to get out of dancing when Mam piped up.
"What's up honey? You look distracted."
"Well," I started, "I was thinking that since I'm going to college after
summer, I might knock the dancing on the head."
Mam looked at me as if I'd just slapped her face.
"Why on Earth would you even consider that?" she asked. "You love
dancing, you always have done and you're so good at it. And what about
poor Steven? You've been his dancing partner since you were twelve,
where will he find another partner? Not forgetting that you've got a
sponsorship contract with Elegant Dance to fulfil for the next three
dance contests."
Ah, maybe quitting ballroom dancing may not be as easy as I thought it
would be.
"I just thought that with me having to concentrate on my A-levels, I'm
not going to have the time for it," I said trying to think of a mature
reason.
"Aw honey," Mam said sounding sympathetic. "We've always found a way to
fit dancing in with your education and I'm sure we will when you're at
college. I don't want to force you to do anything you don't want to do,
but let's get through next Saturday's contest before you do anything
hasty"
Damn, how can you argue with such reasonable logic as that.
Hold on.
Dance contest?
Saturday?
Today was Sunday. Six days to prepare for a dance competition? I have no
idea how to dance. I suddenly felt ill.
"Anyway," Mam announced, "time to get showered and dressed. We've got a
long day ahead."
We arrived at Elegant Dance. I learned that the sponsorship deal I had
was that Sophie would supply all of mine and Steven's dance costumes for
free, on the basis that in any dance competitions we would be "in
association with" Elegant Dance. It was good deal all round. We could
never have afforded the quality of costume that Sophie (the lady who ran
the business) provided otherwise and in return she got advertising space
at all the dance competitions. She used to run a purely online custom
dress and gown business, when business started to go dry, she branched
out into dance costumes as well. She ran both businesses with her step
daughter, Jessica. I never knew and never would know about a huge thing
that Sophie and I had in common.
"So Beth, I don't need to keep you long," Sophie said to me. "I've got
your three dresses, you just need to try them on to make sure the
alterations are correct."
The first was for our jive. A simple, strappy dress with a floaty skirt
that came down to the knee. The second was for the quickstep. Again,
thin spaghetti straps holding it up but with a longer skirt that reached
just below the knee and flared out with a frothy pink petticoat. The
last was for a viennese waltz. This had thicker straps and a full
length, floaty, net like skirt that would flare out when I twirled. This
came with fingerless gloves that had floaty material attached to them
that would almost make it look like I had wings. All three of them were
pink and sparkly. This was so that I wouldn't have to worry about
changing my makeup between dances.
Something awoke in me when I was trying them on and for a moment, I
couldn't wait until Saturday.
Steven wasn't there but I saw his costumes. He must be quite a buff guy,
those costumes would have drowned me in my old body.
We left Sophie's to go to the dance studio for my practice with Steven.
I was very nervous. I was going to have to dance with a boy and I had no
idea how to dance. I was going to make a huge arse of myself. I went to
the changing rooms and got changed into my practice skirt and heels, and
a vest top with a sports bra underneath. I tied my hair back in a pony
tail and went back into the hall. Just in time to clatter into somebody.
"Woah there Beth, you ok?" It was Steven, don't tell me how I know it
was because I had never seen him before, I just knew.
And he was G.O.R.G.E.O.U.S. A few inches taller than me, spikey black
hair, deep blue eyes and a body that demonstrated that he worked out. He
looked older, I guessed that he was seventeen at least.
I just giggled at him. What the hell was I doing? I don't fancy guys.
"Right," he said looking a bit confused. "I'm just going to get ready,
see you in a bit."
I found myself watching his bum as he walked into the men's changing
rooms.
"Pull yourself together Dean," I told myself. "You are Dean. And you are
only doing this to not let people down. You are not going to enjoy it
and you are definitely not going to get turned on by that fantastic body
of his." Damn it.
Steven came back into the dance hall and pulled me into a starting
position.
"Viennese waltz first?" he asked. I just nodded nervously. I didn't know
what I was going to do. I didn't know the steps (or any steps for that
matter) and now I was expected to dance to a standard that could win a
dance competition. Mam started the music. I prayed for some kind of
miracle...
That. Was. Incredible.
I don't know how I did it, but I did. It was like some kind of dream.
The music started and I just knew what I had to do. I didn't put a foot
wrong.
And Steven. Oh wow, Steven. He was so commanding, so physical, so
elegant yet extremely manly. During the viennese waltz, I just wanted to
melt into him. I was in a dream.
I didn't think it was possible, but I loved dancing. I couldn't wait
until Saturday. I had no idea how good the other couples would be but
given our trophy collection, we had to be in with a good chance. Then
afterwards maybe we'd go somewhere to celebrate and maybe he'd ask me to
be his girlfriend. And I would say yes and...
A girl came into the hall to the announcement of "Hi babe" as she
approached Steven. Who the hell was this with her bleach blonde hair and
her skirt so short it looked more like a belt? She wrapped her arms
around his neck and kissed him deeply. I felt sick.
"Hi Beth," she said to me coldly with a look in her eye that told me
that I better not try and cross the line of dance partner otherwise I'd
have her to answer to.
"Hi," I replied meekly, but trying to sound confident, yet friendly. I
failed miserably.
"Anyway Beth," Steven said to me, "great practice, a few more like that
and we can't lose. I'll see you Tuesday."
"See you Tuesday," I said back.
As they were walking out I could hear the beginning of a conversation
between them:
"Why do you have to be so off with her Lisa?" I heard Steven ask. "She's
just my dance partner, there's nothing going on there."
"It's not you I don't trust," Lisa replied, "it's her. Looking at you
like some lovesick schoolgirl. Let's face it, she IS just a school
girl." That was the last I heard.
I was NOT a schoolgirl, I'd been to my leavers prom on Friday. I don't
know what that bitch's problem was. Or what Steven saw in her. She
wouldn't have been my type when I was Dean.
The Dean side of me suddenly resurfaced. WHAT THE HELL WAS I JUST DOING?
I was going to have to keep my head in check otherwise the girl in me
was going to get me into some sticky situations.
The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. We'd got home and I had a
shower and had got dressed in silky nightdress and fluffy dressing gown
thinking about the days events. Even when my Dean personality was in
control, I couldn't deny that I had loved dancing. Mam was extremely
relieved to have seen that I was enjoying it and that I wasn't thinking
about quitting anymore. Thoughts went back to Steven and Lisa. What did
she have that I didn't? Maybe if I was blonde. I started looking in the
mirror, trying to imagine what I would look like as a blonde when I got
a funny sensation in the back of my skull. Like some part of my brain
that I had never used before had suddenly activated. It was almost
telling me that I can be blonde, to just be blonde. I glanced up at the
mirror.
Holy Shit!!!
I was blonde. How the hell had this happened? I knew the answer of
course. Magic. I had recently been transformed into a witch after all.
But how did this happen? I didn't even have that grimmy thingy that
Monique had been telling me about. How was I going to explain this? You
can't just suddenly change your hair colour without some kind of product
in five minutes. And this wasn't bleached blonde. This was a rich,
natural looking blonde with highlights and lowlights. This looked like
I'd just come from the hairdressers. Shit, shit, shit, shit. I just
wanted to be a brunette again.
And just as quickly as I'd been blonde, I was a brunette. Thank goodness
for that. At this point, my phone rang. It was Monique.
"Hey there Beth," she said chirpilly. "How did your dance practice go?"
"How did you know about that?" I asked. I hadn't told her about it. Even
if I had known about it myself before this morning I still wouldn't have
told her because I knew she's tease me incessantly about it.
"I phoned earlier, your Dad told me where you were."
I told her all about it. About the dresses, the routines and of course,
about Steven and Lisa.
"Hold on a second," Monique said. "You sound like you actually enjoyed
it? What happened to quitting?"
"I know what I said, but Monique, you should try it, it's amazing," I
said in a dreamy voice. "Come and see my practice on Tuesday, you'll see
what I mean."
"Haha, what a prissy little girl you've become," Monique teased. "I'll
be there trying not to laugh in your face."
"No you won't," I said. "I bet you'll want to try it."
"You're on!"
Conversation moved on to the witchy side of things.
"Has a witch ever been able to cast a spell without a grim-thing?" I
asked.
"You mean grimoire," Monique corrected me. "Not that I've ever heard of.
A grimoire is like a witch's personal instruction book. You can't write
spells without it, you can't even use another witch's. I looked at my
Grandma's and it made no sense to me whatsoever. You still not found
yours? I wouldn't worry about it, you will and you'll be casting spells
like the best of us."
I asked her again about the dark entity that witches fear. If I did
magically change my hair colour without a grimoire, then I definitely
was some kind of anomaly. Which means that if this entity was real, then
I definitely had something to fear.
"I told you all I know last night, but if you want to know more, come
round to my house tomorrow and speak to my Grandma, she knows the full
story," she said.
I agreed to meet up with her in the morning and hung up.
I looked back at the mirror. If I could change my hair colour by magic,
what else could I change?
I went from my brunette, to blonde, to redhead and back to brunette
again.
I changed my hair from straight, to spiral curls, to angel curls, to
sausage curls and back to straight.
I grew it out so it had gone from the middle of my back, down to my
backside, then to my knees, to the floor and even longer.
I changed my hair back to normal and started experimenting with
magically changing my makeup. It worked. This was going to save me time
on a morning.
I suddenly felt extremely tired. I took off my dressing gown, climbed
into bed and was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
It has power. It wields it like us.
It's nothing like us. It's drained after a few tricks.
But it has potential. How much power would it have had in our time?
It is an insect compared to us.
We should claim it as soon as possible. Before it gains strength.
No. It needs to demonstrate it's usefulness. Be patient.
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