Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters.
Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just
playing in his world. I'm broke and in college. All I own are Pointe Shoes.
Emma darted up the 10 or so stairs that lead to the studio's classrooms. She'd been doing this for so long that she didn't really notice when she opened the door and stepped into the wood floored, mirror walled room.
Nearest to the door stood Spiro.
With no preamble, Spiro asked, "Where is the rest of your class?"
"They're in the room with Miss Michelle, I think," Emma, quickly, replied.
Any hesitation on her part would have driven Spiro further into his rage. As it was, he didn't look to be in a good mood at all.
He cured under his breath and headed towards the phone that hung on the wall of the second classroom.
He walked about half the distance before he turned and said, again with little preamble, "Lee, this is Emma. She's the baby of the class."
Being the baby, or the youngest student in the class, was something Emma had gotten use to. With Spiro, it was merely a way to designate her from the rest of the students in his class. In the tap class she took with Michelle, it was derogatory statement, meant to hurt feelings.
"Hello. My name's Emma," the little ballerina said cordially, with her eyes down toward her ballet slippers.
Save Spiro, Emma never looked anyone in the studio in the eye. If she did, she knew that they were being their usual dishonest lying selves.
"Well met, Emma. I am called Lee." The gentleman said, offering his hand to the ballerina.
Emma lifted up her eyes and shook Lee's outstretched hand.
Lee was a lot taller than she was but had similarly colored hair and eyes, and oddly shaped ears as she did.
Emma tried to stop the look of shock that threatened to make its way across her face. Never in her life had she seen anyone who looked so like her, who shared such a frightening resemblance with her.
She didn't have much time to dwell on this fact, though. There was the familiar sound of a group of people tromping their way up the stairs toward the class room. The rest of her class was on their way up.
As soon as the door opened to reveal Kim standing there, Emma took off for her "spot" on the floor. Her "spot" was directly in front of the radiator on the far side of the second classroom. She liked that spot because it was the only warm area in the entire room during the winter months.
"Spiro," squealed Michelle, in her highest pitched phony voice, "can I have the honor of introducing our girls to Lee?"
Spiro gave a noncommittal shrug and mumbled, just loud enough for Emma; ears to pick up, "Our girls? Since when, you fat pig?"
Emma, sitting across the room, stifled a giggle.
"Lee," Michelle pompously announced, "there are the best dancers I can offer---Kim, Danielle, Myra, Andrea and Laura. As you can see, they are all in the best of shape and when you watch them dance, I'm confident you'll see just how gifted they really are."
Lee gave the group a good once over, taking in Danielle's sloppy mode of dress and Myra's ratty appearance.
"What about her?" he said.
Michelle looked around the room and noticed Emma sitting in front of the radiator.
"Oh.her. Between you and me, Lee, she's not all that good. We just put her in here because she's just to old for the baby classes. She's expendable, you know," Michelle whispered loud enough, though, for the other girls to hear.
Lee nodded but gave Michelle a very puzzled expression.
"Well, Spiro, I'll let you get started. I'm sure Lee would like to see our girls in action," Michelle announced, leaving the room.
"Good riddance," Spiro said, flipping the door off, "get to the barre girls."
Each girl took their spot on the four ballet barres that were fitted into the mirrors in the second room. Emma stayed the furthest back, preferring the barre nearest to her spot on the floor.
Emma darted up the 10 or so stairs that lead to the studio's classrooms. She'd been doing this for so long that she didn't really notice when she opened the door and stepped into the wood floored, mirror walled room.
Nearest to the door stood Spiro.
With no preamble, Spiro asked, "Where is the rest of your class?"
"They're in the room with Miss Michelle, I think," Emma, quickly, replied.
Any hesitation on her part would have driven Spiro further into his rage. As it was, he didn't look to be in a good mood at all.
He cured under his breath and headed towards the phone that hung on the wall of the second classroom.
He walked about half the distance before he turned and said, again with little preamble, "Lee, this is Emma. She's the baby of the class."
Being the baby, or the youngest student in the class, was something Emma had gotten use to. With Spiro, it was merely a way to designate her from the rest of the students in his class. In the tap class she took with Michelle, it was derogatory statement, meant to hurt feelings.
"Hello. My name's Emma," the little ballerina said cordially, with her eyes down toward her ballet slippers.
Save Spiro, Emma never looked anyone in the studio in the eye. If she did, she knew that they were being their usual dishonest lying selves.
"Well met, Emma. I am called Lee." The gentleman said, offering his hand to the ballerina.
Emma lifted up her eyes and shook Lee's outstretched hand.
Lee was a lot taller than she was but had similarly colored hair and eyes, and oddly shaped ears as she did.
Emma tried to stop the look of shock that threatened to make its way across her face. Never in her life had she seen anyone who looked so like her, who shared such a frightening resemblance with her.
She didn't have much time to dwell on this fact, though. There was the familiar sound of a group of people tromping their way up the stairs toward the class room. The rest of her class was on their way up.
As soon as the door opened to reveal Kim standing there, Emma took off for her "spot" on the floor. Her "spot" was directly in front of the radiator on the far side of the second classroom. She liked that spot because it was the only warm area in the entire room during the winter months.
"Spiro," squealed Michelle, in her highest pitched phony voice, "can I have the honor of introducing our girls to Lee?"
Spiro gave a noncommittal shrug and mumbled, just loud enough for Emma; ears to pick up, "Our girls? Since when, you fat pig?"
Emma, sitting across the room, stifled a giggle.
"Lee," Michelle pompously announced, "there are the best dancers I can offer---Kim, Danielle, Myra, Andrea and Laura. As you can see, they are all in the best of shape and when you watch them dance, I'm confident you'll see just how gifted they really are."
Lee gave the group a good once over, taking in Danielle's sloppy mode of dress and Myra's ratty appearance.
"What about her?" he said.
Michelle looked around the room and noticed Emma sitting in front of the radiator.
"Oh.her. Between you and me, Lee, she's not all that good. We just put her in here because she's just to old for the baby classes. She's expendable, you know," Michelle whispered loud enough, though, for the other girls to hear.
Lee nodded but gave Michelle a very puzzled expression.
"Well, Spiro, I'll let you get started. I'm sure Lee would like to see our girls in action," Michelle announced, leaving the room.
"Good riddance," Spiro said, flipping the door off, "get to the barre girls."
Each girl took their spot on the four ballet barres that were fitted into the mirrors in the second room. Emma stayed the furthest back, preferring the barre nearest to her spot on the floor.