Hey hey hey, I'm not dead (well ballet has been a pain but you know) I'm back, sorry I was so caught up with dance and I kind of lost my way with dance a bit, I've been to Russia and that was stressful so I just needed time to remember why I love dance okay bYE DON'T KILL ME :)))

When you start dance, you're usually 3 or 5. And if you keep at it you tend to aim for career in dance, whether it's hip hop or ballet. Dance is always exciting to watch but even more spine-tingling to do. Sure, I guess it's exhausting and 32 fouettes in a full length ballet isn't an exciting thought, but if you're a dancer and you feel too lost in training, take a step back and think. Think of why you started, think of why you carried on dancing and most importantly think why you pursue it, and just dance. By yourself of course. Dance is an art not a chore so remind yourself of that.


"You know what? I'm considering quitting life as a dancer and just eating all day because oh my god food is just so amazing, ok? Like my god." Lyra shook her head as she sat opposite Sienna. Sienna chuckled and smiled.

"I'm sorry but dance is way more important than food." Sienna's smile grew as she saw a look of horror grow on Lyra's face.

"Oh my god, how could you say that?" Lyra's eyes grew wide, "honestly I miss eating junk food."

"Why hello there girlies!" Said a demure voice.

"Well if it isn't the hoe Libby." Lyra winked and made room for the rather attractive black woman.

"Pfft, says you." Libby rolled her eyes.

"Perks of swinging both ways." Lyra smirked.

"Well I'll leave you two, to discuss your sex life some of us are ballet dancers and need to prepare for Bethan's annual showcase show thingy." Sienna said, as she made to get up.

"Well bye then spoilt sport." Lyra stuck her tongue out and turned to Libby.

"Shut up and listen. I haven't seen you for two days and I need to tell you something important." Lyra said as her face grew serious.

"Okay, okay get on with it." Libby sighed, rolling her eyes.

"I had a dream."

"Oh my god really? With fluffy unicorns and clouds?" Libby said sarcastically.

"Shut up, it's important. I had a dream about mother."


She crept along the alleyway like a cat hunting for its prey. She immediately reverted back to a more human state. Making her way into the grimy old Stoke-On-Trent pub, she passed a young 10 year old with olive skin and jet black hair that was cut into a bowl hair cut. She never noticed him she was too busy looking for venerable men to drink from but the young boy noticed her. He regarded her with awe, she was the most prettiest of creatures he had seen around here. She looked like a glowing goddess in the pub's poor lighting. Her long curly hair flowed to her waist and her skin was porcelain. Her features so delicate one could compare her to a china doll.

Murdoc never forgot her. How could you forget someone so pretty as her?