Disclaimer- Surprise! I own Maximum Ride! *Wakes up* SO CLOSE!
(If that wasn't clear enough, no I do not own Maximum Ride. There. I said it.)
Nervously, Nudge smoothed the front of her new leotard. She looked at Angel next to her, looking, well, angelic in her baby pink leotard. Nudge herself was wearing a black one. Anxiously, Nudge checked the wax that concealed her wings. She and Angel both had wax the color of their skin tone covering their wings, so it looked like they didn't have wings, but instead very broad shoulders.
The tights felt constricting on Nudge's legs, but they were part of the required uniform. Angel and Nudge were ready for ballet class.
All Nudge wanted after years of reading magazines, and gazing longingly at anybody should could find with the trait, was grace. Sure, she was smooth as butter in the air, but why couldn't she be as coordinated on the ground?
Ballet seemed like the perfect answer. All the poise, and power behind the moves would be enough to fulfill Nudge. But of course, keeping secrets from Angel was a task still undefeated, and soon they were both signed up.
Upon entering the studio, Nudge could smell bleach from recent cleaning. A row of gleaming royal blue lockers lined one wall, and another was plastered in various class photos, certificates, and awards to the studio. Soft classical music drifted through the air, mingling with the warm vanilla scented incense.
What is this? Nudge thought, a therapy office, or a dance studio?
But then, interrupting her thoughts, a fragile looking woman came sweeping into the lobby.
"All those attending Madame Marybeth's 4 o'clock class may now proceed into the classroom!" She announced swiftly and professionally.
"Here we go." Nudge muttered, grabbed Angel's hand, and started towards the classroom.
"Hello, young pupils." Rang a voice in the cavernous room. "Welcome to the wonderful world of ballet! Let me introduce you to today's pianist, Bathilda. I'll have you know, ballet is no easy feat.