Halle Bullook was a ballerina.
She would skip, float, glide, twirl, spin--- beautifully, beautifully, perfect technique, oh, what a fantastic job, what amazing talent--- across stage after stage, with her skirts and her worn out pointe shoes, and it was all she wanted.
She was a sight to behold, the most beautiful girl in her class, the most talented, and she wanted to use that talent. She wanted to dance.
She received praise when she was eight, recognition when she was twelve, and marriage proposal from an adoring fan when she was seventeen, and a scholarship to an amazing dance school by the time she had graduated highschool, and, yes, yes, she was going to go there, and she was going to be a star---
and then she fell.
Her knee twisted the wrong way, and in a flash---
it was all over.
And years later, she wasn't Halle anymore--- she was Lidner, but she still walked with the posture she learned from dance class, and she met two very stupid girls---
Takada. A mouthpiece with more fame than Lidner--- Halle--- would have ever gotten out of a career in dancing.
Misa-fucking-Misa. Why was she famous? Did she have talent? No, she didn't have talent.
Halle... Halle had been talented, once upon a time.
And Hal Lidner--- Lidner, with her hurt knee and her stern gaze--- what was Lidner?
Bitter.
Hal Lidner was bitter.
notes and stuff: Lidner is a pretty severe amount of win in my book. I dig 'er. And I decided to make her a dancer. XD Review, plz.