*Disclaimer Note: These are my characters, so yep, I own them because, well... I created them. If you take them or use them, please tell me by emailing me, or I will fuck you up. Thank you :) and have a nice day!
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Just a lil note... Hi! These first few chapters are gonna be like really fast paced and short... Just like, straight to the point so they aren't going to be all descriptive and stuff. Just trying to get into the story, and get to the action. I think you'll like the later chaps... Thanks for reading! -Ashie.
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IArabesque, pirouette, arabesque, pirouette. Plie! /I
After two hours of strenuous work, Alisha was ready to go home but her body still wanted to dance. The class would be over in thirty minutes.
"Alisha," Madame Ophelia instructed the girls to continue dancing before coming over to her. She placed one hand lightly on her shoulder and began quietly, "You are one of my finest ballerinas, and it will hurt me to see you leave, I know you will go to New York." Ophelia suddenly gathered Alisha close. "I see the way the group from ABT watch you." She was the only person who knew, and understood, about Alisha's life. "Good luck, darling," she whispered as she kissed Alisha's forehead before walking back to the front of the class.
Alisha's muscles suddenly loosened, and she was ready for much, much more dancing. Excitement mixed with fear flowed through her veins as she danced for the ABT. They watched, they scrutinized, they criticized. She hoped they liked what they saw.
Marie started playing Arabesque by Claude Debussy and Madame Ophelia clapped her hands. "Leah, Jezelle, Laurie, and Alisha, take first position in the middle of the room, please."
The four of them took place in the middle of the room, and Alisha felt sweat trickle down her back. So many eyes were staring, and she was suddenly terrified.
"Now, begin."
The four of them moved together in unison, a graceful, beautiful mix of twists and leaps and pirouettes. They had danced for hours the other night to get the moves down and memorized.
At the end of the song, there was slight applause, and another group of girls took their place. They did the same dance, and got the same response.
Alisha was sitting in a chair when suddenly she felt a towel being placed around her neck. She looked up and smiled as Amanda bent down to kiss her forehead and then her mouth softly. "You were so beautiful, Alisha. If only I could dance like you."
Alisha kissed her friend's cheek. She had known Amanda since she was very young, when they had both started this class actually, and was very open with her. "You can, even better." She reached up to rub the back of Amanda's hand before lacing her fingers with her friends.
"I'm up next," Amanda sighed. And when she was called, walked gracefully forward to take her place.
Alisha watched her best friend dance, and dance beautifully she did. In the middle of the song, Alisha watched Amanda's feet suddenly fumble, and she fell forward and twisted onto her back. There was a sudden, sharp snap, causing Alisha to gasp as she got up and raced to Amanda.
Amanda lay back and tears squeezed out of the side of her eyes. She had broken her left arm when she tried to break the fall, Alisha realized.
Madame Ophelia clapped her hands and the crowd of girls backed off into little circles. Ophelia leaned down to check Amanda's arm, and several girls helped her up while Marie called a doctor.
"Oh, dear... Oh, dear..." Alisha heard Madame Ophelia mutter under her breath. Alisha looked over at the ABT members, who were scribbling like mad on their notebooks. She wanted to cry herself, a ballerina couldn't dance with a broken arm...
Alisha looked out the window a few minutes later and saw a couple of cars drive away and down the street. She put her hand on the window pane and closed her eyes. Amanda could dance so beautifully, but now... She looked over at the ABT members. Amanda would have to wait until next year.
Alisha slid down the wall to the floor and sat, resting her arms upon her knees. It seemed as though anyone who came in contact with her got hurt.
Why did she deserve this?
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Just a lil note... Hi! These first few chapters are gonna be like really fast paced and short... Just like, straight to the point so they aren't going to be all descriptive and stuff. Just trying to get into the story, and get to the action. I think you'll like the later chaps... Thanks for reading! -Ashie.
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IArabesque, pirouette, arabesque, pirouette. Plie! /I
After two hours of strenuous work, Alisha was ready to go home but her body still wanted to dance. The class would be over in thirty minutes.
"Alisha," Madame Ophelia instructed the girls to continue dancing before coming over to her. She placed one hand lightly on her shoulder and began quietly, "You are one of my finest ballerinas, and it will hurt me to see you leave, I know you will go to New York." Ophelia suddenly gathered Alisha close. "I see the way the group from ABT watch you." She was the only person who knew, and understood, about Alisha's life. "Good luck, darling," she whispered as she kissed Alisha's forehead before walking back to the front of the class.
Alisha's muscles suddenly loosened, and she was ready for much, much more dancing. Excitement mixed with fear flowed through her veins as she danced for the ABT. They watched, they scrutinized, they criticized. She hoped they liked what they saw.
Marie started playing Arabesque by Claude Debussy and Madame Ophelia clapped her hands. "Leah, Jezelle, Laurie, and Alisha, take first position in the middle of the room, please."
The four of them took place in the middle of the room, and Alisha felt sweat trickle down her back. So many eyes were staring, and she was suddenly terrified.
"Now, begin."
The four of them moved together in unison, a graceful, beautiful mix of twists and leaps and pirouettes. They had danced for hours the other night to get the moves down and memorized.
At the end of the song, there was slight applause, and another group of girls took their place. They did the same dance, and got the same response.
Alisha was sitting in a chair when suddenly she felt a towel being placed around her neck. She looked up and smiled as Amanda bent down to kiss her forehead and then her mouth softly. "You were so beautiful, Alisha. If only I could dance like you."
Alisha kissed her friend's cheek. She had known Amanda since she was very young, when they had both started this class actually, and was very open with her. "You can, even better." She reached up to rub the back of Amanda's hand before lacing her fingers with her friends.
"I'm up next," Amanda sighed. And when she was called, walked gracefully forward to take her place.
Alisha watched her best friend dance, and dance beautifully she did. In the middle of the song, Alisha watched Amanda's feet suddenly fumble, and she fell forward and twisted onto her back. There was a sudden, sharp snap, causing Alisha to gasp as she got up and raced to Amanda.
Amanda lay back and tears squeezed out of the side of her eyes. She had broken her left arm when she tried to break the fall, Alisha realized.
Madame Ophelia clapped her hands and the crowd of girls backed off into little circles. Ophelia leaned down to check Amanda's arm, and several girls helped her up while Marie called a doctor.
"Oh, dear... Oh, dear..." Alisha heard Madame Ophelia mutter under her breath. Alisha looked over at the ABT members, who were scribbling like mad on their notebooks. She wanted to cry herself, a ballerina couldn't dance with a broken arm...
Alisha looked out the window a few minutes later and saw a couple of cars drive away and down the street. She put her hand on the window pane and closed her eyes. Amanda could dance so beautifully, but now... She looked over at the ABT members. Amanda would have to wait until next year.
Alisha slid down the wall to the floor and sat, resting her arms upon her knees. It seemed as though anyone who came in contact with her got hurt.
Why did she deserve this?