Do you believe in fate? I'm not talking about the concrete statues in Hercules but like accidentally bumping into a guy or coffees being swtiched. Accidental happenings that impact our lives forever, My father says that I think too much about the things that don't matter and my mother says tbat I am too flighty. I disagree with them however and I have the grades to prove that I am quite grounded. I grew up like any other little girl. I loved the color pink, I wanted to be a ballerina, and I believed in fairytales. Except I still believe in fairytales and I am working towards a dance scholarship to Julliard. I had begged and begged my father to allow me to join a dance class while other girls were playing dress up and having tea parties. At first he refused saying that I was too little to understand the classes so I spent endless days dressed in a tank top and a tutu dancing around my house. He finally relented and signed me up but I think it was more because he wanted the tutu washed and I refused to take it off. I imagine I must of looked angry in my early pictures but it wasn't anger in my little face but focus, I was determined to be the best little ballerina there was. Well the years passed and I am just a couple days away from being 18 years old. Now that my father is getting up there in age, he listens more to my ideas and thoughts instead of telling me they are the silly things of a child. He says that I remind him of a china doll.
Pretty and fragile but stronger than I am given credit for. People have this idea that you must be one thing or the other. There is only black or white and there is no room for grey. I am a dancer but I am not completely girly. I have studied and taken many forms of dancing from ballet to street dance and ballroom to hip hop. I am a girl but I am fearless. I literally have no fear and will do things that others cringe at. I don't have the best relationships and I have few friends but I am completely loyal.
As a dancer I spend a lot of time at the dance studio and I love to dance around the room while I watch myself in the mirror. At almost 18, I am 5'4 and thin but healthy, I have really pale skin and my eyes are an indescribable color but they seem intense most days. My hair is long and thick and as black as the night. I was brought out of my thoughts when my best friend, Sophia Amaris, walked in. The two of us had been best friends since were 3 years old and in the same dance class. She was the exact opposite of me. She was tall with short blonde hair, brown eyes, and was as shy as I was fearless. We were inseparable and though this was our last year with the dance company, it was going to end epically. Every year the senior dancers, the ones that were graduating, would do a special exhibit, and there were 2 free form solo spots for the two best dancers of their year. The two of us had worked hard and spent long hours at the studio dancing until we were exhausted and it had paid off and it had paid off. Madame Giroux had given these two coveted spots to Sophia and I. We couldn't be more happier. You have complete control over your solo but you must include scenery and costume as well as your music choice. I was doing a two song performance. For the first performance I was using the soft notes of Enya's "Fairytale" to portray the young but hopeful princess. For the second part of my performance, as Enya faded into the faster beat of "Save Tonight" by Eagle Eye Cherry I would be the forlorn but wistful lover. Most people wouldn't pair those together but I am not most people.
As the rest of my fellow dancers filed into the room they were buzzing with news. Apparently word had gotten out to Julliard about this years exhibition and they were sending scouts down here to recruit. I could only dream of that happening. I smiled at Sophia as she took her place next to me at the bar. We talked our way through the basic beginning work out exercises and then began dancing our way through our own routines. The room was filled with a variety of girls doing various dances as we practiced for the exhibition.
It had been a long day and I was glad to be home but I had to sigh in exasperation. My parents were determined to turn me into a socialite so they were throwing me a bash for my birthday and for the past few days people had been in and out delivering gifts and going over napkin colors. I decided to go up the back stairs so I could have a minute to myself before my mother came looking for me. My room was big enough to be an apartment and I loved it. The walls were white and my floors were a darker hardwood. The bed was an antique castiron I found at the flea market. There was a big soft bright blue comforter and several brightly colored pillows on the bed. Movie cases and half read books littered the floor. Posters of broadway shows and old hollywood lined the walls and in the middle of the floor was a shaggy multicolored rug. There was a giant soundsystem on one side of the room and in one corner there was supposed to be a desk but it was covered with college applications and pictures of me with sophia and our other friends. There was a new addition to the room though. I would have to find out who sent it and thank them because I absolutely love it. In the corner closest to my bed was an antique looking floor length mirror. The wood was rough in places and faded in others but the detailing was gorgeous. I had a feeling as though this mirror could have belonged in stories with magical mirrors and far away places.