21. Dance Dance Dance (2)
[Episode 21] – Dance Dance Dance (2)
“Princess…”
“…”
“You really can’t dance..?”
It wasn’t that she only practiced dancing for an entire month, but the princess’ dancing skills were disastrous, regardless of her young age. The princess turned her back on me and puffed out her cheeks as if she didn’t want to dance anymore.
The current dance the princess is learning is the ball waltz, a dance where graceful yet restrained dignity is the lifeblood. However, for some reason, when the princess dances the waltz, it becomes a traditional masked dance.
A headshot to the body.
The princess had a good memory, so she memorized all the movements, but her body couldn’t keep up with her at all. As if telling the princess not to make fun of the fallen princess on the floor, her cheeks puffed out and she frowned! He frowned and looked up at me.
I tried to ignore her gaze and continued my thoughts while massaging the princess’s legs. It wasn’t that I couldn’t understand the feelings of a princess who couldn’t dance.
When I was forced to learn a group dance in school, there was a time when I was scolded for being headbutted. There was a time when I couldn’t keep the beat by myself in a beautiful group dance where everyone had to tune in together.
No matter how much I practiced, I couldn’t keep up with the beat, my friends noticed, and practice was the only way to survive, but even so, the headbutting didn’t get better.
‘If I did it back then… Would the princess’ head-butts get better?’
If I did it at the time, wouldn’t it be possible to fix the headbutt even if I couldn’t fix the body? I thought. No, I had to fix it somehow.
A month has already passed, and there is not much time left until the party is held. At the princess’s birthday party, she couldn’t show others her dance, like the boneless mask dance.
After finishing the princess’ leg massage, I stood up and reached out to the princess as if to get up quickly. The princess had no choice but to grab my hand and get up from her seat with a sullen look on her face.
“Princess, do you know rhythmic gymnastics?”
“Rhythm…?”
The princess tilted her head.
Is there no rhythm here, or is the princess ignorant? Anyway, the princess didn’t seem to know anything about rhythm. Once upon a time, I overcame head-butts to some degree with rhythmic movements.
No matter how smart you are, if you match the beat, you can dance because it was a dance. With that sense of rhythm engraved into my body, I was able to perfectly dance a group dance with everyone.
Even after becoming an adult, I felt ashamed to dance to the point of madness…
Still, in order to fix the princess’ headache, she had no choice but to start with an easy rhythm.
“…For now, just copy your body.”
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Remembering the very easy and short rhythmic gymnastics I heard on TV commercials in the past, I raised both hands above my waist in front of the princess. Then, going back and forth, it started to beat.
“Cow, clap your hands clap clap clap clap your arms, bung bung bung~”
As the lyrics say, I clapped my hands three times and swung my arms in front of my chest. The princess also looked at me and began to imitate my movements eagerly.
“Keep your stomach up, your height straight up~”
He patted his stomach with both hands, raised them above his head, and stood on his toes. The princess also eagerly imitated my movements and started doing rhythmic gymnastics.
For some reason, the face of the princess who danced rhythmic gymnastics was full of smiles. Is it fun to dance at a young age? First of all, I continued to dance until I remembered.
After the dance, I exhaled exhaustedly and looked down at the princess. Even though the princess is a simple repetitive motion, she still imitates the motions she did in the dance as if she found the dance fun.
I put both hands on my waist and looked down at the princess who was twitching back and forth, left and right, and a smile came out. I crouched down and met my gaze with the princess.
“How about it, isn’t this rather easy?”
The princess nodded her head.
“Let’s start by matching the beat with such a simple rhythm. If you practice the rhythms one by one, you will be able to learn the waltz in no time.”
“Are there any other rhythms?”
The princess held my knee with a voice full of anticipation and looked at me with her round eyes shining brightly. After all, should I say that I am still a six-year-old child?
Looking at her like this, she was no different from a normal child than a princess. I smiled and lightly stroked the princess’ hair. The princess smiled bashfully as if my touch tickled her.
“Yes, there are more. Let’s practice and learn one by one.”
I got up and continued the princess’s dance practice. If she taught the rhythm for about a week, and then taught the waltz again, the princess’s backbone would be somewhat better.
“The movements are easy, have you already memorized them? I will sing the song for you, so try again to the beat.”
Pair-!
I clapped my hands to draw the princess’ attention to me, and I resumed her dance practice. Then, I endured my shame and started singing children’s rhythms again.
“Clap your hands clap clap clap clap~”
*
Besides dancing lessons with the princess, I had a lot of work to do. I had to study about the ‘witch’ that Aincel taught me, and I had to prepare a class about the princess’ fairy.
And the thing I’ve been most concerned about for the past month is…
“Meet Her Highness the Queen.”
“Bang show.”
While walking through the corridors of the royal palace, I came across Bang Shaw, who was holding something in her arms. I let out a long sigh as I looked at the ‘something’ in Bang Shaw’s arms.
“…Are you going to bring ‘paint’ to His Majesty today too?”
“…The only thing I can do for you is this.”
“I don’t know if you’re taking too much of His Majesty’s fooling around.”
Bangshaw laughed bitterly at my words.
As if he knew.
I headed to the same place with Bang Shaw. For the past month, I have visited this place every single day. In the deep room of the royal castle, where the king is said to have lived in seclusion.
Bincho knocked on the door twice as if he was used to it, and put the paint down in front of the door. After that, I went far enough away from the room that I couldn’t hear footsteps, and checked on His Majesty’s safety.
Kikki-
The door opened very slightly, and a slender, thin arm protruded from it. As Bangchaud said, who would really see that hand as a man’s arm? My forearms also seemed thicker than that.
The hand I grabbed as if snatching the paint crawled back into the room in an instant. I also looked at the scene and sighed deeply at the same time as the bang show.
“It is fortunate that His Majesty is still alive today.”
“…As the days go by, His Majesty’s arms seem to be getting thinner. Really, Your Majesty may not have much time left.”
“…”
Bangshaw said that and turned his head to steal tears. Certainly, looking at the king’s arm, it was so thin that it could be said that it was only bone.
It is said that Bansho took care of the meal in moderation, but it was not confirmed what he ate inside, so he could not properly check the king’s health condition.
‘Ah, when only the arm comes out, I want to take it out and throw it away. Really.’
I have tried it once.
I waited in front of the place where the paint was placed until the king’s arm came out of the door, but somehow he knew that I was standing in front of the door, so while I was standing that day, the king didn’t show up.
I let out a small sigh, approached the tightly closed door, and knocked on the door. Ignoring the now familiar silence, I began to recount the events of the day.
How the princess is doing these days.
What did the princess do today?
What’s going on in the capital.
How is the queen mother doing?
I came here every day and spoke to the king in front of the closed door. Of course, I never got an answer back.
I spoke to the king every day, wondering if there would be even a hint of affection even if I was a person who had never given anything called love to my children.
To stimulate that bit of conscience.
At least I believe that the king is still a person.
However, the king remained silent even when the queen mother talked about how she was getting old, as if there was no conscience at all in this human heart.
Sometimes, I wonder if this is really a person.
“…See you again tomorrow. Your majesty.”
After all, I had no choice but to turn my back on this place today. I let out a deep sigh in frustration today, shook my head, and spat out curse words in irritation as I turned away.
Then, Ainsel asked me worriedly.
-…Are you okay?
“My stomach hurts because I’m annoyed. My stomach hurts every time I go there.”
Every time I talked to the king there, I felt like I was burning inside. Feeling stuffy and angry, I was busy stroking my aching heart every day.
Seriously, how the hell did Bangshaw do this for two years?
“…Really, I’m putting in so much effort because I still have time. If the king doesn’t crawl out of the corner by next month…”
Padudeuk-
The more I thought about it, the more irritating the situation, I gnashed my teeth. Still, I plan to wait until the last minute, but if that period is over, I’m so annoyed that I don’t know how I’ll act.
Soothing my stuffy stomach with a sigh, I headed back to the room where the princess was practicing her dance. I let out several sighs to cool my stomach, trying to reduce the irritation to a minimum.
As I slowly opened the door and entered the room where the princess was, the princess, who had been pounding her stomach as if she had been practicing dance moves, came out and met his eyes.
The princess pouted her lips in embarrassment and continued the rhythmic movement again.
Singing the song I taught you.
“Clap your hands clap clap clap clap your arms!”
Seeing the princess dancing hard, I felt that the annoyance I had just a moment ago was relieved. I crossed my arms, leaned my head against the wall, and watched the princess dance with a smile.
Perhaps because it was a song with simple beats, the princess twitched his buttocks in time with the rhythm.
Really, I don’t want such a cute princess to be hurt by such a corner king…
I prayed in my heart that the king would come out of his room at least within the period.
I don’t want to be seen screaming and fighting in front of the princess.
