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Two days later, Amanda gave Alisha a bright smile as they walked out of the art room. "Today's the day!"
Alisha gave a small smile. "If I do make it, it should have been you."
Amanda gave a mock gasp and rolled her eyes dramatically. "Moi? Me? Ah, no, no, no, no, no.... Mademoiselle, you do not understand." She gave a thick French accent. "You are ze prima ballerina, you are ze one! Do you not undar-stand?" She laughed and pushed at Alisha lightly with her right arm. "Come on, lighten up. We'll see each other. I'll even move to New York once the semesters over. Chicago is so dreary, honey."
Alisha smiled at her friend. "But I can't be prima ballerina without you."
Amanda gave a sad smile, although sarcasm was how she usually dealt with these kind of situations, she knew that wasn't what Alisha needed right now. Alisha had a fresh bruise on the side of her right eye this morning, from "slipping in the kitchen".
"Hun, please." She stopped and grabbed Alisha's shoulders. "Listen to me, look at me." Amanda waited until Alisha's green eyes met hers. "You can dance, you are absolutely wonderful at it. All you need is some strict direction and every day classes, and I know you will be a legend of sorts. You've always trusted me, right?"
Alisha's eyes shown bright with tears. "I'm just scared, that's all."
Amanda laughed and hugged her friend, then grabbed her hand as they continued walking. "Of course you are, it's natural! Now shut up and let's get some frozen yogurt before class."
Alisha smiled and let her friend lead her to the car.
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Alisha sat with her legs folded beneath her next to Amanda on the polished wood floor, holding her hand. Her black tights stretched over her skin and perspiration spotted her forehead.
"Good evening, I am Steven Ennio, director of the American Ballet Theatre." Steven Ennio was a handsome man, a little under six feet with a lean, strong build. He had bright blue eyes and blonde hair. He was a dancer until a few years ago, when he took up the job of art director and manager.
"Tonight we choose who I will take back with me in two weeks, to New York. It was a very difficult decision for me and my associates to make in such a short period of time, but we have done it." He looked around the group of women. He began reading off a list of names, and the last name was "Alisha Wood". Amanda tightened her grip on Alisha's hand and leaned over to kiss her cheek. "I told you!" She whispered excitedly.
Alisha sat in shock, barely moving as the other girls got up to began exercises and stretches. She was going to New York...
Two days later, Amanda gave Alisha a bright smile as they walked out of the art room. "Today's the day!"
Alisha gave a small smile. "If I do make it, it should have been you."
Amanda gave a mock gasp and rolled her eyes dramatically. "Moi? Me? Ah, no, no, no, no, no.... Mademoiselle, you do not understand." She gave a thick French accent. "You are ze prima ballerina, you are ze one! Do you not undar-stand?" She laughed and pushed at Alisha lightly with her right arm. "Come on, lighten up. We'll see each other. I'll even move to New York once the semesters over. Chicago is so dreary, honey."
Alisha smiled at her friend. "But I can't be prima ballerina without you."
Amanda gave a sad smile, although sarcasm was how she usually dealt with these kind of situations, she knew that wasn't what Alisha needed right now. Alisha had a fresh bruise on the side of her right eye this morning, from "slipping in the kitchen".
"Hun, please." She stopped and grabbed Alisha's shoulders. "Listen to me, look at me." Amanda waited until Alisha's green eyes met hers. "You can dance, you are absolutely wonderful at it. All you need is some strict direction and every day classes, and I know you will be a legend of sorts. You've always trusted me, right?"
Alisha's eyes shown bright with tears. "I'm just scared, that's all."
Amanda laughed and hugged her friend, then grabbed her hand as they continued walking. "Of course you are, it's natural! Now shut up and let's get some frozen yogurt before class."
Alisha smiled and let her friend lead her to the car.
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Alisha sat with her legs folded beneath her next to Amanda on the polished wood floor, holding her hand. Her black tights stretched over her skin and perspiration spotted her forehead.
"Good evening, I am Steven Ennio, director of the American Ballet Theatre." Steven Ennio was a handsome man, a little under six feet with a lean, strong build. He had bright blue eyes and blonde hair. He was a dancer until a few years ago, when he took up the job of art director and manager.
"Tonight we choose who I will take back with me in two weeks, to New York. It was a very difficult decision for me and my associates to make in such a short period of time, but we have done it." He looked around the group of women. He began reading off a list of names, and the last name was "Alisha Wood". Amanda tightened her grip on Alisha's hand and leaned over to kiss her cheek. "I told you!" She whispered excitedly.
Alisha sat in shock, barely moving as the other girls got up to began exercises and stretches. She was going to New York...