Chasse two three four pique, pique, pique relevé lent…that is what I heard for my entire life. The life of a dancer is hard. My toes are crushed, my muscles are sore, and my social life is dead. But that is alright, because I just need to say to myself…
Dance to feel good, dance to feel better, dance to mend a broken heart…Just Dance…
"Ekaterina Petrovna," an older woman with her hair slicked back into a tight bun called whilst holding a clip board. A girl stood up, wearing a black leotard with a red open back shirt as well as tights and pointe shoes.
"Please begin your solo," the woman stared at her with critiquing eyes. Ekaterina took a deep breath and began her dance. Her movements were fluid and graceful. Nothing could be any more beautiful at this time. She stayed in pointe for the majority of her dance, something that the elderly woman found impressive.
Ekaterina pulled her leg into a straight leg scorpion and ended her solo in the very difficult position. "Spasibo Ekaterina, you may sit," the elderly woman placed her clipboard on a table. The blonde nodded and sat down for her interview.
The woman spoke in Russian as she interviewed Ekaterina, "Why do you deserve to attend Vaganova Academy of Russian Ballet?"
She took a deep breath and gave her answer, "I've studied ballet all of my life and wish to bring my knowledge and abilities to the next level," she said confidently. "I will be the next Anna Pavlova, and will make you and my instructors proud babushka…"
The woman smiled, "My dear…you are ready for this interview," she hugged the blonde girl. "Babushka…what if I mess up? I do not wish to shame our family…"
Suddenly a man walked in, "Olga...leave us," the woman kissed her granddaughter's cheek. "Be strong my dear," she left the studio.
"Zdravstvuyte papa," she nodded her head to him. "We are leaving, begin packing your bags."
The girl stood in shock, "Papa we cannot! I have my audition in a week!" Her father stood stoic, "Your mother has received work in Japan, she's going to be designing an athletic line for Yuzuha Hitachiin."
"Pozhaluysta, otets, we can't leave...I've trained forever for this audition.." she began to cry into her hands. Her life dreams having been dashed by her father's words.
He walked over and hugged her, "Ya sozhaleyu, moy golub', I know this is your dream...but we must go. We will be able to afford much more, and maybe even send you back to audition in a few months," he pulled away and looked at her. "You will be attending the finest school in Japan, mama's employer was kind enough to ask that you be given a scholarship."
Ekaterina sniffled and wiped her tears away, "Will i still dance? Will babushka come with us?" She had so many questions but her father didn't have many answers.
"Da, my dove, you will still dance. There is a school of dance at your academy, and if it is your wish for her to come Olga will come with us." Her father smiled, he was usually a stoic man but when things came to his only daughter he was as mushy as a teddy bear.
"Papa...moy druz'ya…" she felt sad at the thought of leaving her friends behind here in Saint Petersburg. "I know you will miss them, but you will keep in touch. You will also make novykh druzey, net? You make friends fast, I know you will," he smiled and led her out of the studio.
She hed back her tears as she packed up her belonging. Clothes and barre workout gear in suitcase, not to mention her pointe shoes. "Katya!!!" a bubbly woman bursted into her room.
"Priyvet Mama," Ekaterina, or Katya, smiled. "The academy called! You've been accepting into the dance school!" her mother cheered. Katya placed her hands over her mouth and gasped, "really?!" she ran over and hugged her mother.
"Yuliya?" Katya's father called for her mother. "We are in here Petr!" her mother said giddily. Katya's father walked in, "The movers will be here tomorrow, they just called."
The family proceeded to pack up all of their belongings. The next day when the movers showed they loaded up boxes and large suitcases. They kept a small suitcase with them for their flight to Japan.
On the airplane Katya listened to music, mainly music she could perform to, and designed choreography and shows in her head. Her mother, Yuliya, was busy drawing designs up for her new boss. And her father, Petr, was fast asleep with a neck pillow around his head.
Katya looked around the plane and she saw a small boy holding a toy bunny and she muttered in Russian, "I'll never understand why parents let children carry toys around. They'll just lose them."
The blonde boy was accompanied by a taller boy with darker hair and glasses. Katya couldn't help but stare at the blonde one. He was very cute, but more like little kid cute.
Katya shrugged and went back to her music. And after several hours of sitting, the plane landed in Japan. "Katya, davai," yuliya said as she pulled her daughter along.
Katya was walking sluggishly, she was jet lagged and also upset that her grandmother wouldn't be coming for a month due to her health.
The trio moved into the house they were renting, it was 4 bedrooms and 2 and a half baths. The house was about a mile from Yuzuha's own home; she purposely wanted Yuliya close in case they needed to work together.
"Katya, Mrs. Hitachiin wanted to know if you would like her to revamp this...uniform?" Her mother held up the yellow monstrosity. Katya gagged when she saw it, "do they have anything else? That's is…" she muttered a slew of Russian profanity.
"Ekaterina Petrovna!" Her mother scolded and smacked her hand. Katya winced and pulled her hand away, "mama!" She pouted.
Her mother spoke in very fast and angry Russian, in fact that's all they spoke in the house, she didn't like when her daughter spoke in an unladylike manner.
Katya apologized to her mother and grabbed the uniform, "this is horrendous...can I just wear my leotard or something. That would be better than this thing."
About two weeks later Katya started her classes at Ouran Academy. Though they were mainly dance classes she still had a few core subjects. She was dressed in leggings, ballet flats, and an open back shirt.
Some of the students glared and whispered, most just ignored her. She was walking to her next class in the dancers school, and she held onto her books with her headphones in her ears.
Katya walked past the music rooms and heard enormous amounts of giggling. "Kakiye…" she followed the noise and came to a door. She slowly opened the door and was blinded by a light and there were roses flying past her.
"Welcome," she heard 6 voices say at one. Katya blinked and spoke in Russian, "what the fuck."