A Dancer or a Princess?
By: Musicgirl9624
Summary: My name is Skylar Roseabelle, I am 17 years old, and I live for dance. My family runs a dance school that I teach, and I am Top Dancer in Kent. Dance is my life. So how will my life go now that I have been selected to compete for the heart of Prince Hayden Schreave? Am I a dancer or am I a princess?
Summary II: What if Queen Amberly's first child was not a miscarriage, but Prince Hayden Jacob Schreave? What if a 5 learned to dance and became a 3 with a dance studio? What if when said Prince turned 19, said dancer ended up at the palace, competing for the heart of a man and a crown, when all she wants to do is dance? Can she choose? Is she a princess or a dancer?
Disclaimer: I own most characters, but universe rights to Kiera Cass. The Royal Family is all Kiera's. Any other characters will be disclaimed if needed.
POV: Most of this will be in Skylar's POV, it will change every now and then, but I will always clarify.
Tense: Okay, I'm REALLY bad at keeping my tense! I feel like a Twelve-year-old when it comes to tense so really sorry! I will try to keep this in present tense, but there is guaranteed to be some past tense in there, so please don't kill me!
I've been writing this story for about a year, pretty slowly. The writing starts off pretty bad, but picks up around chapter 4. Please don't let this discourage you!
[Skylar's POV]
"Five, six-and-seven, eight. C'mon girls I just want 2 pirouettes! You've done it before!" I sigh.
Some college scouts from Angeles saw me dance and are now offering to come to the studio looking for dancers. I have a fully-funded college spot secured, and I was going to start at the end of the year.
So the college scouts are coming to the studio and the intermediate level threes can't get their doubles.
"Can you show us?" One of them asks. I close my eyes for a brief second and then got into the position, doing a single, double, triple and quad. "Okay girls, you just need to remember to turn mostly from your back, not your feet!"
They all go again, about half of them getting it. I smile. "See! You can do it!"
I tell them to go through the syllabus exercise. While they are doing that, I walk around trying to help. I stop at one of the youngest dancers in this class.
"Phoebe, try making your supporting leg straighter. I has to be like a pole." She giggles as I try to help her fix it.
"Okay, now try." I smile as she does her double and almost lands it. "Try to not jump it as much, you're doing great!"
"Thanks Miss Sky," She says, smiling.
I pat her shoulder and look for the next girl I need to help. My eyes immediately find Christina, one of the studios best dancers. She almost competes with me, which is saying something.
I walk over and see her trying to land her quad. I smile. "Always the eager one, aren't you?"
She turns to face me. "Yep, But I can't land this." I get her to show me how much she can do.
"That's really good! Just where are you spotting?"
She gives me a mock-guilty look. "Spotting. I'm on it."
She lands the quad-spotting. I smile. "Yes, you are."
"Doing great ladies! I am just going to steal your teacher for a moment!" I hear a familiar voice say. I smile at my brother Jon as he leads me into the hall.
"They're doing so well!" He says. I sigh. "They are, but they need a little push. I don't have time to give them private or even extra lessons with school."
John looks at me for a moment. "Maybe we could get a new teacher!"
I think about this. We don't really have enough money right now to pay for one. "I'll look into it."
"I just wanted to ask, are you guys watching the selection choosing thing on the report tonight?" He asks.
"Yeah why?"
"Record it for me?"
"Sure." I hug Jon and walk back into the studio.
"Okay guys, good work today! Go freshen up if you want to catch the report at six."
They all thank me and warm down before walking back to the dorm hall.
"C'mon girls! If you want to watch the selection girls get picked come into the studio!" I shout down the dorm hall.
My name is Skylar Roseabelle, I am 17 years old, and I live for dance. I used to be a 5, but a family of 2's loved me and wanted me to teach their daughter. They then helped us to buy our way up to 3's. I now run a dance school that has a boarding section for any students who need a place to stay.
All the girls come running down the hall and into the studio where I had dragged the TV in so we could watch.
I sit on a chair alongside the two's daughter and my best friend, Delilah (Lilah); and everyone else sat on the floor with pillows.
The screen comes to life and the first thing I see is Gavril. The girls squeal.
"OOH! What if one of you gets selected?" One of the younger girls Kate asks.
"We won't get picked. Neither of us entered." Lilah says next to me.
Jemima looks away quickly, and Kate smiles. "Umm, we sort of entered you…"
I gaped at them. "Is that even possible?"
"Well, we did it, so…yes."
I sighed and leaned back in my chair. I had nothing to worry about, there were probably thousands of girls from Kent who entered. I won't get picked. I won't get picked.
I kept repeating this to myself, when Gavril introduced Prince Hayden.
Even though I didn't want to be picked, no one in their right mind would miss a chance to just admire the Prince. Golden hair, beautiful hazel-green eyes. Let's face it. He was hot.
"Hello Ladies and gentlemen of Ilea! As most of you know, I recently turned 19. This means I am about to have my selection. I have not seen any of these girls before so good luck to every girl out there!" He sits back down and a box appears at the top of the screen with his face to show his reactions.
Then the faces start.
"Summer Evans of Hansport; 4" A girl with bleach blonde hair and emerald green eyes appears.
"Monica Pratt of Whites; 2." You can tell she is a two. Dyed brown hair sporting designer glasses with brown eyes.
"Shannon Harley of Ottaro; 3" Dirty blonde hair with a light tan and blue eyes.
"Tessa Kelly of Labrador; 3" Hayden's eyebrows go up.
"Odette Toil of Belcourt; 5" Her hair is kind of an auburn colour, not red but not brown. She has grey-ish eyes.
"Clara Owell of Lakedon; 4" The only natural brunette so far.
"Delia Shores of Dakota; 2" She's gorgeous. Blonde hair, sea blue eyes and almost invisible pores.
"Rose Harner of Likely; 3" There are a lot of twos and threes in this Selection.
"Mia Lacker of Carolina; 5" She looks just like the Queen.
"Hope Astor of Baffin; 2"
"Jenna Banks of Widston; 4"
"Leah Sacks of Yukon; 2" I scoff at her. She has brown hair that fades to red and a tonne of makeup. Not to mention her complete fake smile. I lean over to Lilah. "Looks like a fak-"
"Skylar Roseabelle of Kent; 3" My head snaps to the screen. Phoebe Squeals. Emma jumps up and down, Lilah starts screaming, the office phone goes. My phone rings, Lilah's phone rings, more squealing and a knock at the door.
"HE SMILED HE SMILED HAYDEN SMILED AT YOUR PICTURE SKY! OH MI GAWD THE PRINCE SMILED AT MY BEST FRIEND!" Lilah screams.
Jon runs into the room. "I was upstairs! YOU GOT PICKED"
"Thanks Jon, would you like to tell me more about myself?" I say sarcastically, snapping out of my stupor.
The phones keep ringing and the knock on the door becomes more frantic.
I sigh, because I know those noises won't stop until I get into the palace.
NINJA PAGE BREAK!
The next week is a flurry of palace staff and dance rehearsals.
Yesterday I took the intermediate 3's for 2 hours, and they can get their doubles, it's just the syllabus exercise they're working on now.
In about half an hour another selection official will be here to record a lesson. Great.
I sigh, looking down at the budget. It's no secret how much money selected girls earn, and it's not half bad, but I could be there for three hours or three months. So I'm trying to work out how to best use the first cheque.
Worst of all, we need a teacher for while I'm away. Lilah has agreed to take the juniors, but that's only half the studio.
"You okay?" I hear from the door. I turn to see Jon standing there. I smile and nod.
"I'm just stuck." He comes to sit in front of the desk. "We need a new teacher but I have no clue who to get! We can't pay extremely well, and they need to be here a lot." Jon stands and walks behind me, giving me a massage.
"Thanks." I say after about five minutes. I can think now.
"How about a student?" I lean back in my chair. It's not half bad. And they would have the studio during my usual practice hours for free.
"That's actually a really good idea. What about Christina?"
He smiles. "And there's your solution."
"Thank you so much Jon, I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Anything for my little sis who is giving 8's a place to live. I'm proud of you."
I smile and thank him again before heading out to take my intermediate threes. I see I'm here early, so I decide to practice my solo.
It's a dance I choreographed myself about a month ago. It's the dance I planned to use at the opening ceremony next year at the Dance Academy of Illea in Angeles. But now I'm in the selection.
That doesn't mean I can't practice it though.
It's a contemporary routine that includes moves I've come up with myself. It's to the song Thinking Out Loud, and old song from before Illea. I turn on the music and start with a simple arabesque before going into a few pirouettes and a balance on de hour. I loose myself in the music and feel my body moving. I concentrate on actually preforming the dance.
I'm not going to lie, I am an amazing dancer; but I don't have many opportunities outside of Kent to show people that.
After another minute, I finish the dance with a quadruple pirouette with one leg next to my head. I smile. That's probably the best I've ever preformed!
Suddenly I hear a spattering applause behind me.
I turn around to see the intermediate 3's, plus the selection officials gaping at me. I smile sheepishly and mutter a 'thanks'.
The class goes really well, and by the end of it I can't help the huge smile on my face, because I know I'm making a difference. I'm giving the lower castes a chance to make something of themselves.
It's only a small chance, but it's a lot better than what they normally get.