Hello, my faithful readers! I'm here with a quick one-shot that I might turn into a multiple chapter story but this is what I have currently. I don't know much concerning Ballet but I tried to google it. Please enjoy. -Madhatterhelsing
A lone female figure approached the door of an old studio. Dressed in a white and green leotard with a knee-length skirt, and a pair of black sneakers Reaching forward without hesitation, she grasped the doorknob firmly in her hand, turning it she pushed forward, entering she closed the door tightly behind her. Moving into the room with confidence and a familiarity, she walked to the wall on the furthest side, opening a small door she walkthrough placed her stuff in a small faded, red locker that resided in the small changing room. Returning back to the main room, the door clicking shut behind her. Walking over to the mirror that covered the entirety of the left wall there was a small outlet and extension plugin that allowed for one to plug in their electronics, in this case, it was a mini speaker that had an I-pod jack. Near the I-pod set up sat a small box with various content inside. Crouching down she turned on and loaded up the I-pod that was plugged into the speaker dock. After selecting a playlist, she moved to the center of the room, going through a set of stretches and motions.
*15 minutes was spent stretching*
*I-pod is set on a timer to automatically play*
Bella stood there briefly in the center of the of the old studio, regaining her breath, turning slowly she took in the room that surrounded her with a calculating look. This room, this studio held many emotions and memories. It held laughter, joy, adventure, challenges. This place held disappointment, tears, missed moments and it held screams and terror. It held not only beginning but it held endings. This old dance studio once abandoned, but now owned by Bella it held solitude, it held her sanity, her freedom, and her salvation.
Walking back over to the left wall near the music set up she sat down retrieving her ballerina pointe shoes from the box. Placing them down beside her she removed her black sneakers, along with her socks and placed her socks inside the sneakers before setting her sneakers in the box to take up space the ballerina slippers once resided. Bella took a brief moment to look at her feet, faded old scars marred her feet from walking barefoot all the time when she was little and just from her many adventures in life.
With a shake of her head, reaching forward and grasping her ballet shoes. Holding them carefully in her hands she looked them over. She spent quite a while breaking in her shoes, it took a while, picking the right pair, through browsing online and window shopping before she found a pair that called to her. Of course, once she got them home she tweaked them to be comfortable and to appeal better to the image she had in her head. In the end, she had winded up buying them from an online boutique that specialized in ballet shoes. The shoes were simple enough, she had requested that the pointe shoes be a deep green, like one would see when venturing into the deepest, richest jungle. They were a darker shade of green than that of her outfit, the shade of green of her clothes. The outfit a mix of light shades of green with white trimmings.
With a slightly put off sigh, she shakes her head slipping each shoe onto the appropriate shoe, she wrapped them around her pale legs, ending with tying them securely in the back of each leg. Standing carefully she double checked the I-pod before making her way back to the center of the room in the fourth position. One foot is placed in front of the other but turned out away from the body, feet not too wide apart. Back and legs straight, standing in the fourth position she waited. As the soft melody of the instrumental music began to play and move around the room so did Bella. She had no idea why she had come back to this place, this dance studio from her childhood but she did. And now that she's back, dancing slowly around the room, she was willing to take and receive everything this old dance studio had to offer her. Even if what this studio only could offer her nightmares, solitude, new and old memories.
Dragging her hands up her sides and reaching toward the ceiling, eyes sliding close as she leaned back. Her arms dropping and being flung behind her. Heart beating slow and steady, arms moving to be stretched out, one leg coming up to form a triangle, standing there holding the passé position for a few minutes before spinning out into a pirouette. Hair flowing behind her with each movement, brushing along her shoulders, arms, and middle of her back, leaving in its wakes a little tickling sensation. Moving to the back of the studio, Bella made her way over to the right corner and then proceeded to go across the floor. Making various leaps, twirls, and moves until she reached the far wall on the left side in the corner. Turning around she made her way back across the floor but stopped her journey in the center of the room. The pre-selected playlist switching from instrumental to an upbeat tempo.
Falling easily into step with the new tempo, going through series of motions and dance moves, her mind drifting through old memories and slowly became blank the longer she danced. Without her brain full of pestering thoughts and memories, her dance moves became lighter, without restriction, and more graceful. This continued on for hours, her dancing alone without a care in the world, no pestering worries, no Cullen's, no Jacob, no parents, and no supernatural danger or risk to her life.
Standing in the center of the room Bella performed a series of fouettés before collapsing into an exhausted heap in the center of the room. Stretching out, laying on her back limbs all spread out, Bella laid there on the floor trying to catch her breath. Laying there, laughter soon began to bubble up and out of her mouth making her even more breathless, but laughter quickly turned to loud, gasping, chest wrenching sobs. Hands reaching up to cover her mouth, but the hiccupping sobs still managing to escape, the sound reverberating around the dance studio, blending weirdly enough into the music that continued to play in the background before ending on a high note, the I-pod shutting off leaving only the sounds of her gasping sobs to be heard.