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The day of the competition arrived, being in the national dance Olympics was a great achievement and a dream come true for Anaya and the boys.  Only the best got there, they had to compete against many schools and groups to be selected.

Terrence's rare Freestyle choreography was one of those selected for its original fresh and jovial air.  And although she did not know it, Anaya had also been selected just with the improvised choreography that the boys had recorded while she danced without knowing that they were watching her.  They really worked on it, polished it and prepared a nice mixed sample as part of the closing of the event with the rhythms that the school teaches.

At the end of the night, the school came in 2nd place but everyone was very pleased with the work done.  In the dressing room, a very hurried Anaya was helping the boys with the hairstyle and costumes chosen for her presentation, for which there were just 6 minutes left when a song began to play throughout the room.

A somewhat familiar voice began to speak while the music was playing very softly in the background.

- This song is called "Drunk in love", I imagine that everyone knows who sings it, right? - Many of those present smiled although somewhat confused when they did not understand who that boy with glasses and sports cap was since his presence in the center was due microphone in hand.

- Sure man!  I would recognize Beyoncé even my mother who knows almost nothing about modern music as she says but she listens and dances - more laughter accompanied the comment of the gentleman who was among the public attending the event.  But then they fell silent when that young man continued speaking.

-She's right she's a very famous singer but does she know something?  .  Thanks to that mundane song I came back to life.  With that song I met an angel who is among us today.  One day many months ago I believed that it was all over and I do believe that I literally died too - everyone's faces gave evidence that they understood less and less.

- Ladies and gentlemen this is a long story that I bet would bore you a lot, so I will summarize it.  Today marks 8 months since the day that for many my life ended due to an accident, in which a drunk driver rammed my vehicle, taking us off the road and throwing us several meters away.  I was in an induced coma and even the tabloid press published my death, which hurt my family, but that point is now irrelevant.  Ladies and gentlemen, what I am going to say may seem crazy to you, but it is the plain truth.  While my body was in that bed always surrounded by the love and company of my parents .. I .. I don't know whether to say my spirit or my soul was lost.  He could come and go places just by thinking like a sci-fi movie.  Remember "Jumpers"?  More or less so.  And in one of those jumps I came to an unknown street where suddenly I knew that no one could see or hear me while I could, See, to feel everything.  That was how I saw it, that Angel slid subtle and delicate contrasting with the coarseness of the lyrics of the song.  She caught my attention and obsessed me, I know it sounds bad but do not judge me until you hear the whole story - the 5 minutes that were left for the presentation of the boys had passed but that man continued talking to the public and at this point no one understood anything. .  He first talks about an angel, then his death, then an accident ?!  Who was that madman and why hadn't the security taken him out yet ?!  Anaya wondered.

- Ladies and gentlemen, I came to harass her!  But don't be scared, I'm not psycho or sick.  I never did or wanted to hurt her, although I do not deny that I accidentally scared her a little.  I love watching him dance, as she closes her beautiful dark eyes and indulges in music.  In these months I got so used to her that I did not know how or when but I fell in love with her, with her warmth, with her affection for her students, with the way she danced with her, smile with her .  Even the crazy way she walks or talks about herself too fast when she's nervous.  - After those words many tender whispers were heard from the women present, the song had ended and one of yiruma had started .. Waltz .. as he loved that song, the boy thought but said nothing about her.  

He approached a young man of African American appearance and said something in his ear to which he nodded with a smile and after writing something in his hand the music changed and the mika song but this time in its original rhythm it began to sound.  Anaya had already recognized the songs that had sounded and upon hearing that she felt a tightness in her chest that made her eyes almost overflow with tears.  She felt a lump form in her throat as she left the dressing room and she headed for the living room.  With each step he took, her heart beat faster.

-It can't be ...- was the only thing that came out of her lips when she arrived ... a boy was dancing in the middle of the floor and although his back was to her, she was sure that those steps, that silhouette had already been seen before.

She walked a little further and stopped a few feet from the person who was dancing with her back to her.

The song ended and again Beyoncé's voice came through the speakers but this time the song was "Halo".  Then the boy took the microphone from the ground where he had left it and spoke again ... all with his back to her.  Anaya was still anchored to that place, she had not moved hers because an inch, many thoughts were rushing in her head and the truth was that she felt about to collapse.

- This song is special to me too.  It was the first time I danced with her, it was something magical, wonderful and paradoxically ... In a dream.  But that was my way of letting her know without scaring her that I was always by her side even when, due to my eagerness and desperation to make her notice that I was there, I got to make her believe that she was going crazy.-