The Rose
I stood there in the mirror practicing my arabesque, "Good Bella every one of our
sponsors will be enthralled to see you dance", said my ballet instructor since I
was 8, Giovanni Benenati. He has taught me everything I knew and had shown
special attention to me. I'm Isabella but I prefer Bella. I'm 17 and journeying
onto bigger and better things, so I hoped. Our dance studio was hosting a recital
for the sponsors of our dance studio, in an attempt to get more money from them
I suppose. I was one of the best ballerinas, that's what they told me anyways.
I was stretching when my mother came in, " Oh Bella! You look amazing tonight,
your going to do so well!" She always told me that before a show but it always
reassured me every time. "Mom please go sit so you can be in the front row!" As
soon as I said that she scurried off to the audience.
"Haha your mother is a funny
one isn't she?" I turned around, "Angela! Oh my god what are you doing here?
"I came to see you dance silly!"
"Curtains your on stage in 5 Isabella!"
Oh gosh it was
time.
"Hey I'll see you after bye, Angela said and quickly darted off.
I was so
nervous. Rumor had it that a scout from ABA was going to be in the audience
watching me. The ABA otherwise known as American Ballet Academy was one of
the leading ballet schools in America and it was a dream of mine to go there since
I was little. I was always clumsy but for some reason my mom decided to put me
in classes thinking it would improve my coordination, it did but only on the stage
or in the studio. At home or anywhere else I was tripping over my own two feet.
Everyone called me Klutzilla.
I slowly took in deep breaths as I walked to the
stage, the curtains rose and suddenly thousands of eyes were gazing into my own.
I smiled and then breathed and put myself into a split. I started to repeat in my
head ballon, battement, brisé, and then it was all over. I bowed and then ran
backstage.
"That was amazing darling, your dance amazing, you! You were
Amazing!" Giovanni looked elated.
Go! Go! they are throwing flowers for you!
I rushed back, took a couple more bows and then went backstage.
"Ahem, excuse
me, Isabella Swan? I turned to look at a man in slacks and a tie.
"Yes?" I said
"Hi
I'm James Clover, I'm from the American Ballet Academy and I would like to talk
to you about your chances at our new institution."
I heard a thud and Giovanni
was lying on the ground.
"Uhm maybe after you take care of him." He chuckled.