<span style="color: #00FF00">Euan’s face quickly showed his disappointment at letting Song down. His eyes cast down as first a hue in his cheeks in embarrassment. Euan nodded in reply to Song’s words she was right he needed to keep these basics down or he would end up being a waste of her time. Euan shifted in his seat till she summoned him to her side his face tight as she swallowed hard clearly nervous. And still he followed her command as they glided along the wood beneath their feet. Feeling the light tap of Song’s hands as she corrected his arms.<br/></span><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">“Yes of course” he uttered as he tried to keep up with her words and her movement’s. <br/>“The man” he said as he tried to reaffirm his voice to her, as he began to take the lead as she had commanded. Determination written all over his face and mismatched eyes.</span><br/>[/color][/color]<br/>Song saw how hard he was thinking and was giving effort. She stopped and took a breath, “My teacher would have hit me with a stick that she carried every time I missed a step. You're trying as hard as I did. It was months before I saw my teacher smile. That was after our first performance when she heard the audience applaud and toss coins to the stage. The stage is a platform where dancers stand to be seen.”<br/><br/>She breathed and got some more water. She thought back to her first class. There were other girls and each wanted to the best dancer. They were lined up by height and she was in the middle. A slow grower and always near the teacher’s sick. She hands him a mug of water. “You're trying and lets go eat some lunch and I will show you turns later. Yes you're right the man leads. Right now I am going to let you look serious as your learning. When we perform your job is look like it is easy and effortless. People want to see dancers enjoying the dance. Your afraid I am going to hurt you. I won’t hit you as long as you keep trying.”<br/><br/>Song touches his sweating brow, “lets clean up and we will go eat. Dancing makes me hungry.” She takes his hand and smiles. The dancer kisses his cheek. “It is not easy. We have a lot of work so you can perform and get paid.”<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Euan’s eyes were focused on Song as she spoke of her teacher from her past his mismatched eyes picturing her small frame pushing itself to the limit. He had merely seen her here in the open but he knew she would be a grand thing to see on stage. A part of Euan felt pity for the young Song that was traded off and was hit to learn this trade that she coaxed him into.<br/><br/>Euan nodded at Song’s mention of learning turn’s but her next word’s struck him. Euan hadn’t thought of her striking him but of disappointing her, it seemed there was still much of this dancing he had yet to learn. Euan had never seen a real dance on stage, maybe one day he would, and he could understand fully what Song said and asked of him.<br/>Song’s gently touch along his brow easing him but also catching him off guard as he relished the soft contact. releasing a soft sheepish smile of a child. Euan nodded in silent agreement <span style="font-style: italic">”Yes I still have much to learn”</span> he thought to himself. His hand’s intertwined with her’s.<br/></span><br/>Song swayed her hand laced within his, her gaze looking up at him closely. “Euan, you are eager to please and want to learn.I was like that as well when I was younger” Song’s voice trailing off as her mind swayed gently into her memories.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">” I thought it  was fun to see the dancers in their colorful costumes and watch their fluid movements across the stage. I and my fellow dancers watched the performers bare their souls to us.We witnessed so much beauty in the music and dance.”</span>Song sighed as the memory faded and she was back with Euan. “There step’s fluid and in time”<br/><br/>Song could feel the ridges and healed slashes along Euan’s hand. Her thumb gently slid over his scarred hand and massaged it gently with her’s. Song manipulated his long fingers as if they were an instrument that she held with purpose. With Fluid movement’s, Song showed Euan her slow, direct movements that later, he would have to memorize.<br/><br/>“Your hands are not like most men’s, they are soft and slender. They were made for a dancer, even with the scar’s from ‘other’ thing’s” Song spoke to him and gentle manner as her eyes narrowed as memories of Euan’s last Mistress came to mind. Song  head held high as she refocused herself. Her hand was on his shoulder underneath his arm, she could feel the slight roundness of his biceps.<br/><br/>“Your sturdy but your arms need to be stronger. When we dance I want you to be able lift me. That will come after months of getting your body ready. I will take you to the theater when we arrive to our next port. Have you watched people dance before?” she looked at his mismatched eyes  her expression focused on him.<br/><br/>A slight breeze picked up as the the wind grazed over her skin, from where the sun had been moment’s ago. It  warmed her skin and  the wind’s icy touch cooled her. Song released Euan from the dance as her eyes looked for something to warm her skin.<br/><br/>Song found a seat near the cook’s stove to help chase away the chill from her skin as she sat next to Euan. “Your hands talk when dancing. They can flutter like a butterfly or can be hard as stone. They can be delicate like flowers in the breeze. She worked his fingers showing him many movements. “Your wrist are too stiff, relax.”