Hello! This is my story The Fairy Dance. I've been wanting to write a story about dancing for a long time, but I haven't put much thought into it until now. I only danced for two years though, so my knowledge about dancing isn't that great. I play instruments. I'm listening to the eclipse track on youtube right now, and a lot of the songs are absolutely beautiful and so emotional. I personally love Jacob's Theme, Rosalie, The Battle Victoria vs. Edward, and They're coming here. I apologize in advance if Alice seems OOC in this chapter. :p Well, I hope you enjoy the first chapter of The Fairy Dance!
- Forget me knott
Declaimer: I don't own
Twilight.
Also, the poem is not mine. I found it on the site poemhunter.

Down by the lake
Where the weeping willows rest
Where no-one goes
The fairies dance

At midnight
When the inky sky
Is sprinkled with stars
The fairies dance

They sit on toadstools
Wear clothes made of petals
And round the flowers
The fairies dance

On the lake
Boats made of leaves
And all around
The fairies dance

They stay till dawn
When the sun rises
But under the inky sky
The fairies dance


6 years ago

Standing up on my tippy-toes, I still couldn't see the glowing sign above me. The front of the theater was crowded, woman were wearing fancy dresses and the men were in tuxes. The doors were open, but many people just stood outside for mindless chatter. Which was weird, since it was the middle of January and it was really cold. Just thinking about it made me shove my hands into my little coat pocket, wondering where my gloves where, and then I realized my mom had them. Where did they go? I asked myself, and looked around. My thought about them disappeared as soon as it came. I didn't care about the coldness, I wanted to see the sign. To see the bright rectangular box with the black lettering that I only see when I go out to the movie theater. Adjusting my mom's camera strap on my neck, I tried to get closer. The coldness made everyone talk closer to each other, so I had no way to get through to see the bright box. Frowning, I tried to stand up on my tippy-toes again, like I could get taller in less than a few minutes. I needed to see the sign. I needed to get a picture of it. It will be proof that I'm really here, and that it's not a dream.

"Mary Alice!" I heard my mother's scolding voice from behind me. I scowled at her using my full name, which I hated. I preferred Alice. My father was following close on her heels. "I know you're excited, but you running off on us is not safe, especially with so many people here." She scolded, a stern expression on her face. I pouted, making her face soften just a little bit. Which made my father roll his eyes, but he was smiling also. I was already smiling, I couldn't stop after my birthday a few days ago.

"But Mom, I need to see the sign!" I stressed, my whole body quivering with excitement. I tried to point to it, but I still couldn't see it, so it looked like I was pointing at nothing. They laughed though, and knew what I meant. Before I could attempt to stand on my tippy-toes again, my father picked me up and threw me onto his shoulders, placing my legs on his shoulders. "Don't mess up my dress!" I was wearing my new favorite dress, a satin purple one that I got on my birthday a few days ago. I wore pretty black flats and a purple headband to match. My purple gemstone earrings shined under the lights, I wore them to match also. My father moved over a few steps, and I quivered with excitement as I saw what came into view. Even the box wasn't like the normal ones back at home, it was so.. different. It was absolutely beautiful. I sounded silly, but the whole sight was just simply magnificent. Just the words stole my breath away.

New York City ballet the sign read, and just reading it made my grin get wider. At the bottom, in smaller script, it also read Swan Lake. Just reading that made me squeal with excitement. My father chuckled, and just hearing his raspy laugh made me grin even more. My dad didn't even like ballet, but knew I was in love with it since last year when I went to a nearby ballet studio's recital to support my neighbors who were in the recital. It wasn't anything like the New York City ballet, but it was enough to make me fall in love with ballet. I quickly joined the same exact ballet studio. After my parents quickly found out that I took ballet more serious than a normal hobby, they started to save up for the tickets for this show. My family isn't poor, but they aren't rich. My birthday was 3 days ago, on January 15. I got my purple satin dress that day, and that was it. It wasn't until yesterday, that I found out what my other birthday gift was. Before my father put me down, I took a few pictures of the sign, wanting to take a perfect one.

I was so deep in my own little world I didn't even notice that my father already put me down and my mother was already showing the worker our tickets. Another squeal of excitement escaped me, and I skipped my way towards my mother.

The worker smiled at me, "You do ballet, don't you?" She questioned me, and I answered my nodding eagerly. She laughed, "You look like you were dancing when you were walking," She explained, "Enjoy the show." She threw another smile at us. I grabbed both of my parents hands, tugging them forward forcefully, wanting to get to our seats faster. I was practically glowing still after hearing the worker's comment.

"She knew I was a dancer!" I boasted, my chest sticking out with pride. I heard laughter coming from my parents, but I ignored them, still delighted over the worker's comment to me. "And she works here! She probably has seen the New York City ballet billions of times, but she noticed I was a dancer just when I walked over to you!" I gushed, over the moon. We started walking up the stairs, towards our seats. My parents for some reason felt bad that our seats were pretty high up, but I didn't really care. I was actually here, watching the New York City ballet. I continued to ramble on and on, and we finally reached our seats. The people near us apparently didn't like that I was talking so much. I really didn't understand what was so wrong with me talking so much. The show didn't even start for another 10 minutes, so they had no reason to be so rude. I didn't say anything, because I didn't want this perfect night to be ruined.

I sat in the middle of my parents, my hands still clutching theirs tightly. Like if I let go, this would all be a dream. A wonderful, beautiful dream. My mother started talking to me, bringing my attention towards her.

"This couldn't be a perfect birthday present without your favorite candy." She leaned down and whispered into my ear, which made me grin. Without another word, she handed me a Hershey bar. I opened up the package slowly and carefully, making sure I wasn't making a lot of noise. The theater didn't allow food or drinks, unless you bought them, but my parents were smarter than that, and bought candy at the dollar store before the show. At least that's what they told me. I didn't really care, she got two Hershey bars and a Dr. Pepper for me, so I was set for the next two hours. The only thing I was worried about was if the chocolate was going to make me hyper or not. I started to eat the chocolate bar, falling in love with the beautiful piece of chocolate.

I started talking, my mouth still filled with my chocolate. "I already know what I want next year for my birthday." I declared, talking with my mouth full. I started talking again, but my parents gave me disapproving looks, so I finished chewing and swallowed. "I want a chocolate fountain." They laughed at me, but didn't give me an answer. I ignored them and continued to eat my chocolate bar. I was still quivering with excitement, my legs wouldn't stop bouncing and my fingers couldn't stop tapping. My mother was looking at her phone next to me. I leaned over to check the time on her phone. After reading the time, I grew even more excited. "It's 6:58!" I said loudly to her, getting more glares from other people in our direction.

I leaned forward in my seat and looked at the stage. It was empty, but in a few minutes it was going to be filled with beautiful and graceful dancers. The stage looked plain, but the beauty of the dancers would make the stage just as beautiful. The lights around us started to dim, making me lean forward even more. A man came on the stage. It wasn't a male dancer, but was just a short plump man in a tux, and had a microphone in his hand. He introduced himself, but I didn't pay attention. He continued to talk for a few more minutes, and I was growing impatient. I wanted to see the dancers. I only paid attention when he said to enjoy the show. Even though I knew they were listening, I excitedly whispered to my parents "It's starting! It's starting!" I trilled.

The lights turned off, and the stage lights turned on. Prince Sigfield came into view, with his parents. As I watched the scene before me, a frown appeared on my face. It was so sad that he couldn't marry for love. I would hate if my parents forced me to marry someone I didn't love. They wouldn't do that though, they're too nice and wonderful to do such a thing. My parents noticed my frown, and expressed their concern towards me.

"Alice, sweetheart, are you ok?" My father asked me gently. I nodded to him, though my attention was still on the stage. On Prince Sigfield and his parents.

"It's just so sad." I explained to him, trying to make him understand. "He can't marry for love." He nodded in understanding. I was pretty sure that he was still confused, but I didn't question him.

The scene changed and Prince Sigfield was walking in the forest, and it was nighttime. Which I excitedly reminded to my parents that it meant that Odette was a woman during this scene. They didn't really share my enthusiasm, but they still smiled at me. The people around us didn't share my enthusiasm as well. But unlike my parents smiling faces, theirs were emotionless. I didn't understand why. They paid money to watch this beautiful show, and they couldn't just crack a smile. My mother grabbed my attention when she started talking to me.

"Look Alice, it's Odette." She whispered to me, and my eyes snapped back towards the stage. Odette was beautiful, she was wearing a short white tutu. I couldn't see the details on the beautiful outfit because our seats weren't very close to the stage, but it must be beautiful. Because everything about this night is beautiful. The other thing I noticed was Odette's white pointe shoes. Just seeing them made me almost squeal with excitement. I've always loved pointe shoes. Unfortunately, I can't start using pointe shoes until I was 13, but I was hooked on them ever since I saw my first recital.

"Dad! Mom!" I whispered loudly. "Look, it's pointe shoes!" I stressed to them, giving them one of my pouting faces, also known as my puppy dog look. Unfortunately, it didn't work.

"Alice, you're only 10. You have three more years." My mother reminded me, sighing. She already had this conversation with me a lot of times. I sighed, and brought my attention back towards the stage, where Prince Sigfield and Odette were dancing. The emotion and intensity was beautiful between them. Every move one of them made, the other followed. I couldn't explain the beauty of what I was witnessing. More dancers came onto the stage. Their tutus weren't like Odette's, instead they were a light blue, and were longer. They danced just as beautiful as Prince Sigfield and Odette, but they seemed more different than the other swans. Probably the reason why they are the lead. I thought to myself. I reached down to pick up my mother's camera, but then I remembered it was in her bag. We weren't allowed to take pictures, which I didn't understand why we couldn't capture these beautiful moments of Swan Lake.

Von Rothbart appeared then, and I knew it was him by his appearance, and by the changing of music. I leaned forward in my seat, almost falling out of it. The scene was so intense, I couldn't take my eyes away from it. My father was confused next to me, he didn't notice that Von Rothbart was the bad guy. I've done my research, so I knew what was going on. Plus- I watched the Barbie version of Swan Lake, but it wasn't exactly the same.

"That's the bad guy." I explained to my father. "He casted a spell on Odette that makes her a swan by day, and a woman by night." He nodded, thankful that I was explaining this information to him. I focused my attention back on the show, witnessing the tension and intensity on the stage. It was absolutely beautiful. The music was beautiful also, and it seemed like my parents were enjoying it more than the actual show. Right now, it was dark and intense, and like I've said about this whole show, beautiful. I pulled out another chocolate bar, and started eating it, getting into the show even more.

I became so wrapped up in the show, that I didn't even notice that it was already Act 3. Odette was gone now, which left Prince Sigfield at his ball. A lot of dancing occurred, and I was so into it I didn't even notice when Von Rothbart and Odile came. I only noticed when my father asked me a question.

"Why is Odette wearing a black tutu?" He asked me. As soon as he asked me that question, my eyes snapped back to the stage, noticing Odile. I squealed with excitement, gaining a confused look from my father. I started to explain to him that it wasn't Odette, it was Odile, Von Rothbart's daughter, who Von Rothbart made to look exactly like Odette to trick Prince Sigfield. He was still confused after I told him, but acted like he knew what I meant.

I frowned when Prince Sigfield and Odile started doing a pas de deux. It was beautiful, of course, but Prince Sigfield was being tricked. He should be dancing with Odette. My poor father was again confused about why I was sad, but this time it was my mother who explained to him that Prince Sigfield thought Odile was Odette, and that he was dancing with her because he thought that. My frown turned into a scowl once Prince Sigfield declared that he was going to marry Odile, who he thought was Odette.

"I hate this part of Swan Lake." I complained to my parents. "It's just so sad." To other people, this part of Swan Lake wasn't the saddest part, but it was to me. It was the fact that everyone knew in the audience that it wasn't Odette, but the dancers didn't. Except for Von Rothbart and Odile, of course. They were right there, out on the stage. I felt like yelling out to him, 'You idiot! That isn't Odette!' But sadly, I couldn't. I had to watch how the scene was going to turn out. Apparently I was talking to loud, and people turned around to glare at us. Fed up by their stuck-up attitude, I stuck my tongue out at them, and then grinned.

My clueless father tried to comfort me. "Every story has a happy ending Alice." He told me, trying to cheer me up. Which I didn't need, because I was happy.

Unfortunately, I had to tell him what really happens. "This one doesn't have a happy ending, some of them have happy ones, but this one doesn't." I told him, thinking back to what I looked up last night. I don't like surprises, I prefer to know what I'm looking forward to in the future, so I usually spoil movies and stuff. My parents don't like that a lot. He didn't answer me, so my attention went back to the stage. My heart broke when Prince Sigfield said he was going to marry Odile, that meant Odette was to turn into a swan because of the betrayal. Prince Sigfield fell on the ground with grief, and the curtains fell.

"That was amazing!" I cried out with excitement, jumping out of my seat as the lights turned back on. I continued to ramble on and on about Swan Lake until my parents decided to make me calm down. I started talking again before I could let them. "Next year can we see The Nutcracker? Or maybe Sleeping Beauty?" I asked them.

They laughed. "Maybe, it depends money wise." They reminded me.

My excitement didn't deflate. "Well, when I'm in the New York City ballet, you'll get free tickets to see the performances." I told them, almost dancing with excitement.

They laughed again, thinking I was joking. I looked at them, a stern expression on my face. "I will be in the New York City ballet." I firmly said to them, with my hands on my hips. They stopped laughing. I continued talking. "I'll be Odette one day, and you'll be in the front row, watching me." I grinned at them.

My father chuckled, pulling his arm around my shoulders. "You just have to grow a few more inches." He teased me.

I laughed with him. "By the time I'm the New York City ballet, I'll be way over 5 feet tall." I grinned at him, taking both of their hands.