SweetAsSuga
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With the chaotic rhythm of the orchestra echoing off the studio's mirrored walls, the young ballerina threw her body across the floor. Her pointe shoes soundless on the wooden boards as she executed a perfect triple pirouette before leaping across the floor, her right leg extended beautifully.
The music swelled and she lifted herself up onto the toe of her right foot, spinning and spinning and spinning, going faster and faster. Her heart pounding in time with the music. Her foot began to ache and her ankle wobbled as she focused all her weight on it. As the music reached its climax she felt her ankle give and she fell to the floor, her hands slapping against the floorboards as she stopped her fall.
"Dang it!" Grace smacked the floor in frustration as the music track ended, the hard smack echoed in the empty studio.
Slow, mocking claps resounded in the room and Grace spun around from her position on the floor only to come face to face with three of the girls in her class, the three that loved to make her life a living hell.
"Nicely done, Grace." Sasha, the ringleader, placed an extra sarcastic edge onto Grace's name. "If you dance like that at the showcase you're sure to get a contract." Sasha's laugh was soon joined by the hyena cackles of her two cohorts.
"Whatever, Sasha." Grace pulled herself up off the floor and adjusted her bun, which had loosened during her frantic dance.
"Oh good come back. How long did it take you to come up with that one? No, seriously, Grace, you wound me with your words." Sasha stepped further into the studio and dropped her bag on the floor. "Now get out, we've got the space booked for the afternoon."
The icy glares of the three girls followed Grace as she picked up her bag and, without stopping to change shoes, ran from the studio before they could see the tears that pricked at her eyes and laugh at her further.
For as long as she could remember, Grace had wanted to be a ballerina. From the moment she could walk, she'd taken classes at her mother's studio back home. But she had progressed quickly and, at thirteen, had been admitted to the Dubois Academy of Dance. Now, five years later, she was entering her final year of classes before graduating, hopefully, to the Dubois Dance Company.
Grace loved dance, she loved the freedom of movement and the escape from the world around her. But it was hardly all fun and games. It had been a very lonely five years as Grace was shy and timid and didn't make friends easily. One could never, truly, make friends, anyway, when attending a prestigious dance academy. No matter what, someone was always out to prove they were better. Cut throat competition left little room for friendship, and the girls of Dubois Academy of Dance were as blood thirsty as they came. Grace had an ever growing list of girls who would sooner push her down the stairs before a big audition than happily applaud and congratulate her when she did well. It didn't help that Grace was one of the most talented girls in the school, and that she was only one showcase away from a guaranteed spot in the academy's company after graduation.
The loneliness would all be worth it though, Grace kept reminding herself, all the sacrifices would be worth it in the end. When she took her first bow on the company stage, it would all be worth the heartache and tears.
With the chaotic rhythm of the orchestra echoing off the studio's mirrored walls, the young ballerina threw her body across the floor. Her pointe shoes soundless on the wooden boards as she executed a perfect triple pirouette before leaping across the floor, her right leg extended beautifully.
The music swelled and she lifted herself up onto the toe of her right foot, spinning and spinning and spinning, going faster and faster. Her heart pounding in time with the music. Her foot began to ache and her ankle wobbled as she focused all her weight on it. As the music reached its climax she felt her ankle give and she fell to the floor, her hands slapping against the floorboards as she stopped her fall.
"Dang it!" Grace smacked the floor in frustration as the music track ended, the hard smack echoed in the empty studio.
Slow, mocking claps resounded in the room and Grace spun around from her position on the floor only to come face to face with three of the girls in her class, the three that loved to make her life a living hell.
"Nicely done, Grace." Sasha, the ringleader, placed an extra sarcastic edge onto Grace's name. "If you dance like that at the showcase you're sure to get a contract." Sasha's laugh was soon joined by the hyena cackles of her two cohorts.
"Whatever, Sasha." Grace pulled herself up off the floor and adjusted her bun, which had loosened during her frantic dance.
"Oh good come back. How long did it take you to come up with that one? No, seriously, Grace, you wound me with your words." Sasha stepped further into the studio and dropped her bag on the floor. "Now get out, we've got the space booked for the afternoon."
The icy glares of the three girls followed Grace as she picked up her bag and, without stopping to change shoes, ran from the studio before they could see the tears that pricked at her eyes and laugh at her further.
For as long as she could remember, Grace had wanted to be a ballerina. From the moment she could walk, she'd taken classes at her mother's studio back home. But she had progressed quickly and, at thirteen, had been admitted to the Dubois Academy of Dance. Now, five years later, she was entering her final year of classes before graduating, hopefully, to the Dubois Dance Company.
Grace loved dance, she loved the freedom of movement and the escape from the world around her. But it was hardly all fun and games. It had been a very lonely five years as Grace was shy and timid and didn't make friends easily. One could never, truly, make friends, anyway, when attending a prestigious dance academy. No matter what, someone was always out to prove they were better. Cut throat competition left little room for friendship, and the girls of Dubois Academy of Dance were as blood thirsty as they came. Grace had an ever growing list of girls who would sooner push her down the stairs before a big audition than happily applaud and congratulate her when she did well. It didn't help that Grace was one of the most talented girls in the school, and that she was only one showcase away from a guaranteed spot in the academy's company after graduation.
The loneliness would all be worth it though, Grace kept reminding herself, all the sacrifices would be worth it in the end. When she took her first bow on the company stage, it would all be worth the heartache and tears.
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