Keeping The Groove
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Summary: Kagome always wanted to be a ballerina, it was her life-long dream. She promised herself she wouldn't get distracted by boys, and she wouldn't let her friends rip her dream apart. She had no idea that her promise was going to be so hard to keep.
Author's Note: Blah, Blah, Blah … no, wait. I actually have something to say. So…I've started, yet another story. :] I'm excited about this one. This is only the prologue to it, but I'm hoping it will turn into something epic, something worth reading and something all of you will mention to other's telling them to read it. High hopes? Probably, but a girl can dream can she not. I will do my other stories still … maybe. But I am really busy, life sucks right now, so my updates on all will probably be sporadic at best. I will try not to let more than a few months go by before I edit them, because I don't want to keep you all waiting, though suspense can be a good thing sometimes. Now look, I'm rambling. *sighs* Any-who. ENJOY This idea came to me when I was watching "Center Stage" and "Center Stage 2"
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Prologue:
A young girl sat on the stone steps that lay in front of a large brick building. She was around the age of twelve with long ebony hair which was tied back into a tight bun, not a single strand of hair fell out of place. She pulled her jacket tighter around her as she turned teary eyes to the concrete that laid beneath her bare feet. Her feet were bloody, callous' covered the pads of her feet and the tops of her toes red and achy. Her nylon-like-leggings only seemed to suck the heat out of her body as a shiver coursed through her body. She pulled a shaky breath in through clenched teeth, drawing her knees up to her chest, hoping to protect herself from the impending cold.
Her head rested on top of her bent knee's, her stare cast to the side so she could look at the worn pink slippers that sat on the step right next to her.
The tears began to fall from her eyes as her gaze remained fixated on the slippers. She didn't look up at the sound of crunching gravel, signaling that a car pulled up to the curb in front of her. She didn't look up when a car door slammed and footsteps were heard approaching her downtrodden form, her mother gasped out a quiet "oh my," and she merely sat there, staring at the pink ribbon slippers. They were symbolic to her, they helped to signify the one thing she'd wanted to do since she learned how to walk. Ballet. She remembered walking down the street with her mom, she was so excited, all the new sights and sounds. She remembered peeking into a window, and seeing all the girls dressed up in their pretty pink frilly outfits, their pink ballet slippers with the pointed toes, that's when she knew what she wanted to do. She also remembered getting her first pair of ballet slippers, they were pre-pointe shoe's, so they were merely a set of soft slippers, she'd been slightly disappointed when she found out they weren't what those ballerina's were wearing but when her mom told her that they had to wear the same things she wore them too.
"I didn't get in," she whispered, her voice rugged and quiet, she couldn't bring herself to care whether or not her mother heard her words, for she felt as if her world had shattered, for she wasn't good enough to get into one of the most prestigious ballet academy's.
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She knew it was horrible, wrong in every possible way, but she couldn't help but to be relieved when she heard her daughter softly murmur she didn't get in. She probably would have jumped for joy if it wasn't for her daughters obvious suffering. "I'm sorry honey," She murmured, and she was. She believed her daughter would make an amazing ballerina one day, but she wanted her to have higher aspirations then that. She pulled her daughter from the steps wrapping her in a loving embrace to let her know this wasn't the end of the world. "There will be other opportunities." She heard her daughters wet sniffle, and she knew her daughter didn't want to hear any of that. She wanted this opportunity and she didn't want to wait for any longer for it to happen.
The young girl turned to stare at the building as her mother lead her to the car. Waldred Ballet Academy, the WBA, it was the best Ballet Academy her family could afford, it had high honors held within the company, and several successful Ballerina's trained there when they were just in grade school, and now she wouldn't be one of them.
"Kagome, honey it just wasn't meant to be." her mother whispered into her ear, but she inhaled deeply, she decided that she would prove her mother wrong. That this was meant to be, she would be a ballerina, if it was the last thing she did.
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[ending note]
So? Did you think it was worth reading? Do you want more? Or did you hate it, and now you want me to delete it right now before someone else stumbles upon it and they have to go wash out their eyes just so they can hope to forget about it? Hmn? I wonder which it is. Well this is just the prologue, the next chapter will be about the future, probably around when she is 18 years old or so.
Well, let me just say, I really hope you enjoy it~! :] Leave a review and let me know what you think. I've never read an Inuyasha fic about Ballet, so I think this is pretty original.
I love you all. You bring joy to my heart, and a smile to my face, so lets make that happen again with your reviews. :]
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Waldred Ballet Academy does not exist, I made it up. :] I used to take ballet, so I know a tiny bit about it I will try and incorporate that into this fic. Training was hard, and I hope to work that intense feeling into it. I am hoping to take Ballet again soon if I can find a class. :]