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from Starrbodies by Cynthia A. Jensen

Copyright © 2019–2020Cynthia A. Jensen

Chapter 10

Chapter Ten


           Marcie Starr showed up. Everyone gave their greetings to her. She looked at me and smiled. “Newbie?”

           I nodded and smiled back, nervous sweat breaking out through my body. I wiped it from my face with the small gym towel they supplied. It was rough, a little like fine sandpaper. They hadn’t used Downey or anything to soften it, probably for those sensitive to it.

           Marcie unlocked the dance floor room door, and everyone piled in, eager to get to their “spot.” I went in last, staying close to the door in case I needed a quick getaway.

           “Welcome, everybody. I see a few new faces, so I’ll reintroduce myself. My name is Marcie Starr and this is the ‘Starrbodies’ class.”

           I looked around and was thankful I wasn’t the only “Newbie.” I had no way of knowing who the other new person was, all the people there were new to me. Then I spotted her across the room. She was red in the face, maybe embarrassed that she had been pointed out. She caught my eye and we smiled at each other. She gave a small wave and I did the same.

           “Work at your own pace,” Marcie continued. “But remember, you only get back what you put into it.” She went to the speaker set up and plugged the wire into her iPhone. She pushed a couple buttons and suddenly Soft Cell’s “Tainted Love” blasted through the room.

           Marcie started with a warm-up/stretching segment. I did the movements, feeling awkward in my body, but surprising myself by being able to touch my toes. I had to bend my knees a little, but happy nonetheless. After five or so minutes of doing this, I started to pant and sweat. I hung in there, though, and felt my body slowly loosening up. I was enjoying the 80s music even though it was a little loud.

           We moved seamlessly through to the next segment, which was the jumping and dancing I had seen her do on tv. I tried to keep up, and Marcie was yelling out her commands. She kept pointing me out and yelling for me to move, move, move.


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