The next morning when I woke up I was scared out of my mind. What would my instructor say? I got ready as fast as my body would let me and quickly cleaned up in the mirror. I washed my face and sighed as I saw my own fear in my eyes. I breathed in and out for a while as I stared in the mirror. What is my world coming to? "I hate change" I muttered to myself.
"Don't us all." I smiled and looked at Spot. "Ready?" He asked me. I nodded my head and the two of us walked toward my dance studio. I tried hard not to think of the raging pain I was feeling. As we neared the studio I stopped and looked at Spot.
"I'll see you when it's over then?" He nodded his head and gave me a small hug.
"Good luck." I walked into my studio and sat down on one of the chairs. I put on my shoes in agony and waited for my instructor to call me in. When she did I walked in nervously.
"Good morning Allison." I curtsied back to her and went to the barre. As she called out moves I tried to forget the pain. It was hard though; extremely hard. By the time we went center floor the pain was affecting my dancing. In the middle of my fouetté my instructor cued for the pianist to stop.
"Allison what is going on!?" She asked. She was angry. I looked to the floor.
"Ma'am, I fractured two of my ribs."
"You did what!? How!?" She was furious now.
"I was practicing and I fell onto the corner of my table." I made up. She shook her head.
"This is unacceptable Allison." She paused for a few minutes before continuing. We're going to have to dismiss you because it is affecting your dancing. I'm sorry you will have to come back when you're better."
"I… I can try again. Please? I'll do better this time."
"I'm sorry Allison. We're only two weeks away from our show. We'll have to replace you. Come back when you're better."
"But ma'am I don't know how long that will take."
"Let's hope it isn't too long… Have a good day Allison." She walked out of the room leaving me standing there in shock. Even though she said it nicer, I knew what she meant. She was dismissing me from the season. I tried to control my shaking but I couldn't stop. I walked out of the room and into the waiting area. Everyone was still in session. I blew it. Why did I even think of walking back alone? Why did I sit there and wait when I knew they weren't good people. I'm such an idiot!
I wiped the tears falling down my cheeks. I was so humiliated. I should have told her in the first place instead of pretending I was ok. No… I should have danced and not let the pain get the better of me. I took out the book Samantha gave me and read until Spot came and picked me up. As the dancers walked out of their classes they looked at me in shame. They already knew. Samantha walked out of her class and saw me. She walked over to me.
"I can't believe you! You go and get hurt two weeks before the performance. Oh you're in for it now. Madame is thinking of dismissing you from the entire studio! I'm the Prima Ballerina now! Oh. Sorry, don't take that badly. But isn't it amazing? I've always wanted to be. Oh. Sorry, I forgot that I actually took the role from you. Oh I got to go now anyways. Bye Allison, I'll see you some other time. You should come to the show." Samantha walked out of the studio and I sighed. I never really liked her…
I saw Spot through the window and walked outside. He took one look at me and sighed. He knew what I was going to say. "They dismissed me from the entire studio Spot. I lost my role in the show and I can't go back." My words cut off as I started to cry again. Before Spot could do anything I wiped the tears away. "I'm such a baby." I muttered. Spot shook his head and held me for a while in the street. When he let me go we headed back to the lodging house. We heard a shout from an alley and Spot headed down it. I followed close behind and as Spot stopped directly in front of me I looked at him in wonder.
"What is it?" I asked him. I walked around him and saw Red lying on the floor. He had a cut across his face that was bleeding badly and written in blood on the wall across from him was: You want war? Well here it is Spot. Get ready.
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Author's note: Short chapter. But I had to get it up because I forgot to put it in the last chapter. ;D I already have everything in mind for what's coming next. There might be another chapter tonight!