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Alisha Wood's pencil tapped against the metal ring in the middle of her binder. Her mind was not on the class, or the monotone voice flowing out of her art teacher's mouth that day, but on the class she would be taking in a couple of hours.
She chewed on her gum thoughtfully, completely unaware of the annoyed looks she earned from the other students because of her tapping. She leaned her cheek on her left hand and half closed her eyes. She began thinking of the difficult steps of the new ballet she was learning. Alisha had never been in any large show, only a few Christmas plays every now and then for drama and once or twice for ballet. She longed for the life she knew she could only dream about...
"Alisha?" She felt a slight pressure on her shoulder. "Alisha? Hello... anyone awake in there?"
Alisha looked up into the bright blue eyes of Amanda West, her best friend. "Hmm?"
"Come on, class is over... time for ballet." Amanda laughed and shook her head. "Did you pay attention to the class at all?"
Alisha gave a slight chuckle as she closed her notebook and gathered all her things together. She slung her tan-coloured leather book bag over her side and replied, "No, actually... why?"
"Mr. Nealson gave lecture notes for the final coming up."
Alisha groaned as she pulled the keys to her Camry out of her jacket pocket as they stepped outside. It was a windy day, and Alisha's hair blew slightly around her face. She brushed it away and unlocked the car and watched as Amanda climbed into the passengers seat.
She finally sat down and rested her hands on the steering wheel. Barely 5'4, Alisha had a small, delicate build. Under her yellow shirt with Woodstock imprinted on the front, she wore a black leotard. Although Alisha didn't realize it, she possessed an ethereal, almost otherworldly beauty. She had vivid green eyes and shoulder-length wavy brown hair with a red tint. Full lips and a slim, cute nose completed her face.
Alisha started the car, and soft music spilled out the windows. She and Amanda immediately began to hum along to Evanescence, and Alisha drove out of the parking space and onto the road.
Twenty minutes later, they reached the outskirts of downtown. Next to the mall was a long street with businesses and offices. At the end was Ophelia's. A tall, skinny brick building with three floors. It was beautiful to Alisha. With a huge window with a window box blooming with brightly coloured flowers in front, next to the glass door, and six windows per each upper floor. Inside, there were polished oak floors. Downstairs, where the secretary worked and dancers checked in, there were settees and plush chairs with potted plants. The secretary worked at an antique cherry desk and took calls and wrote down messages for Madame Ophelia.
Upstairs, where Amanda and Alisha headed, the two rooms were large and wide and open. The windows were lined with long, white silk curtains and the three opposite walls were lined with walls and barres and benches.
Already, thirteen other pointe students were warming up. Madame Ophelia looked over at them. She was incredibly tiny, barely 5'2 and maybe one hundred pounds. Today she wore a bone-coloured leotard over pink tights and ballet slippers. Her hair was up in a tight bun and her face was beautiful, no wrinkles graced her forty-one year old skin. Turning around, Ophelia glided over to greet them.
"Hello, ladies." She said in a slightly accented voice. "Please, hurry and change. I have something to say to the class." The latter she said loudly, so the girls all stopped and gathered around.
While Alisha and Amanda changed out of their street clothes, Madame Ophelia gestured gracefully with her slender hands. "Ladies, tomorrow, the ABT is coming here to our studio in Chicago to choose a select few to go to New York with them."
A hushed excitement fell over the eighteen- and nineteen-year-old girls as Alisha and Amanda walked over to join them. "The ABT and I have been arranging this for about two months now, and I would have told you all sooner but I thought it should be challenging." Her catlike gray eyes scanned the group of slender women. Her face broke into a gracious smile. "I'm thinking it will be very hard for them to choose. Now, practice today, ladies, will be what they will want to be tomorrow. First position," she began, all business.
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Alisha Wood's pencil tapped against the metal ring in the middle of her binder. Her mind was not on the class, or the monotone voice flowing out of her art teacher's mouth that day, but on the class she would be taking in a couple of hours.
She chewed on her gum thoughtfully, completely unaware of the annoyed looks she earned from the other students because of her tapping. She leaned her cheek on her left hand and half closed her eyes. She began thinking of the difficult steps of the new ballet she was learning. Alisha had never been in any large show, only a few Christmas plays every now and then for drama and once or twice for ballet. She longed for the life she knew she could only dream about...
"Alisha?" She felt a slight pressure on her shoulder. "Alisha? Hello... anyone awake in there?"
Alisha looked up into the bright blue eyes of Amanda West, her best friend. "Hmm?"
"Come on, class is over... time for ballet." Amanda laughed and shook her head. "Did you pay attention to the class at all?"
Alisha gave a slight chuckle as she closed her notebook and gathered all her things together. She slung her tan-coloured leather book bag over her side and replied, "No, actually... why?"
"Mr. Nealson gave lecture notes for the final coming up."
Alisha groaned as she pulled the keys to her Camry out of her jacket pocket as they stepped outside. It was a windy day, and Alisha's hair blew slightly around her face. She brushed it away and unlocked the car and watched as Amanda climbed into the passengers seat.
She finally sat down and rested her hands on the steering wheel. Barely 5'4, Alisha had a small, delicate build. Under her yellow shirt with Woodstock imprinted on the front, she wore a black leotard. Although Alisha didn't realize it, she possessed an ethereal, almost otherworldly beauty. She had vivid green eyes and shoulder-length wavy brown hair with a red tint. Full lips and a slim, cute nose completed her face.
Alisha started the car, and soft music spilled out the windows. She and Amanda immediately began to hum along to Evanescence, and Alisha drove out of the parking space and onto the road.
Twenty minutes later, they reached the outskirts of downtown. Next to the mall was a long street with businesses and offices. At the end was Ophelia's. A tall, skinny brick building with three floors. It was beautiful to Alisha. With a huge window with a window box blooming with brightly coloured flowers in front, next to the glass door, and six windows per each upper floor. Inside, there were polished oak floors. Downstairs, where the secretary worked and dancers checked in, there were settees and plush chairs with potted plants. The secretary worked at an antique cherry desk and took calls and wrote down messages for Madame Ophelia.
Upstairs, where Amanda and Alisha headed, the two rooms were large and wide and open. The windows were lined with long, white silk curtains and the three opposite walls were lined with walls and barres and benches.
Already, thirteen other pointe students were warming up. Madame Ophelia looked over at them. She was incredibly tiny, barely 5'2 and maybe one hundred pounds. Today she wore a bone-coloured leotard over pink tights and ballet slippers. Her hair was up in a tight bun and her face was beautiful, no wrinkles graced her forty-one year old skin. Turning around, Ophelia glided over to greet them.
"Hello, ladies." She said in a slightly accented voice. "Please, hurry and change. I have something to say to the class." The latter she said loudly, so the girls all stopped and gathered around.
While Alisha and Amanda changed out of their street clothes, Madame Ophelia gestured gracefully with her slender hands. "Ladies, tomorrow, the ABT is coming here to our studio in Chicago to choose a select few to go to New York with them."
A hushed excitement fell over the eighteen- and nineteen-year-old girls as Alisha and Amanda walked over to join them. "The ABT and I have been arranging this for about two months now, and I would have told you all sooner but I thought it should be challenging." Her catlike gray eyes scanned the group of slender women. Her face broke into a gracious smile. "I'm thinking it will be very hard for them to choose. Now, practice today, ladies, will be what they will want to be tomorrow. First position," she began, all business.