Disclaimer: see previous one. Sorry for spelling mistakes. The french
part of my ballet exams were never my favorite. :P
"Again!" shouted my instructor. Tired, and ready to collapse, I slowly walked to the center of the room, breathing heavily. My feet ached and I knew that I couldn't do it again. Not that dreaded combination. The oxygen was gone from my muscles and all that was left was useless flesh and bone.
Sighing, I placed my feet in fifth position, my arms in high fifth and waited for the music to begin. It didn't take long. Within 5 seconds, the piano started and so did my Hell that I also liked to refer to as my Heaven. Develop, leap, triple piroette, and on and on it went. The thrill, the ecstasy, the-
Floor? Apparently, my muscles decided to take a break of their own, and my ankle could no longer support itself. So, here I am, having fallen to the floor, my ankle hurting like hell, me ass hurting like hell, and one teacher who was just dying to say 'again!'
Bringing my right hand up to my forehead, I rubbed away sweat and tangled hair from my face. I sighed, then, and began to stand up.
"Are you alright, Veronica?" My teacher asked quietly.
"yes, I'm-" I paused. Fine? No, I wasn't fine, and Lord knows that wouldn't get me out of this private dance session. "I'm tired, Madam, and my ankle is swelling. May I be dismissed?"
With a slight nod, my teacher dismissed me. I picked up my bags, the clothes spread about the room that I had discarded with frustration and heat while I was dancing, and left.
As I slowly walked up to my dorm, I thought about ballet. Not dance. Ballet. Ballet had a skill, a technique, nay a passion in it that belonged to no other type of dance. I embraced that passion like a lover, and yet I found its Siren call that of a true siren. Sirens, the beautiful women who drew men to their deaths. Was ballet just a beautiful art meant to draw us to death with the pleasure it gives us? If so, what a wonderful way to die. Smiling, I reached my dorm and went inside to find no one there.
Setting down my bags and clothes, I went into my bathroom and pulled off my tights and leotard. I took a quick, warm shower to remove myself of that awful sweat. Upon getting out, I dressed in a NYCB sweater and baggy jeans.
After digging around under my bed for my History textbook, I brought it over to my desk. Just as I was ready to sit down, however, a knock upon the door interrupted my actions. Curious, I walked over to the door, and opened it to find four smiling faces. Charlie, leaning against the doorway, crossing his arms slightly; Jodie, with her hands slightly clasped in front of her; Eva, with one hand on her hip and an unlit cigarette in the other; and Serge, with both arms crossed.
Smiling, I crossed my arms and mockingly asked, "yes, Satan?"
Lighting her cigarette, Eva said offhandedly, "No, Anna's downstairs." The rest of us laughed, all having experienced Anna's bitchiness.
Waving smoke from my face and coughing slightly, I managed to say, "Dear God, Eva, those are so bad for you. Dancers need to be healthy."
Smiling, Jodie added, "Get a new hobby."
"Yeah, like stamp collecting. It'll calm you right down!" said Serge laughing.
Smiling, and take in a puff of smoke, Eva said sarcastically, "I hate you guys."
"Love you too, babe." Charlie added in.
"Excuse me?" said Jodie. Faking a tantrum, she trotted off.
Laughing, Charlie followed her begging her to forgive him.
Me, Serge, and Eva all said, "Aww," At the same time.
Holding Charlie's hand, Jodie walked back up to us. "True love is so wonderful.."
Serge leaned against the wall and added, "It's but a 8 letter word."
Taking another puff of smoke and chuckling, Eva added, "Yeah, well so is bullshit."
Eva, Charlie, Serge, and me all chuckled slightly, almost ready to burst out laughing.
Shaking her head and trying hard not to laugh Jodie said, "Now I hate you guys."
That was it! We tried and failed miserably. We burst out laughing. Was it really that funny? Perhaps not, but Jodie's face was enough to keep me laughing for days.
Walking into my room and throwing her cigarette out the window, Eva asked, "So where are we going tonight?"
"We?" I asked, raising my left eyebrow in amusement.
Grabbing my arm Serge said, "Yes, we." Jodie grabbed my other arm and added, "Including you."
Silently groaning, I gave in.
"You guys do remember what happened last time we went out right?" I asked, laughing slightly and turning red in embarrassment.
"Yeah, it was masterful." Said Serge laughing.
"Yeah, I still have the tape. We made the morning news." Eva said.
"And Johnathon's Shit List." I added.
"So, Johnathon got a.bit.mad," said Charlie while he was hugging Jodie, "At least our company got more publicity, right?"
Knowing that both the battle and the war were over, I grumbled my way to my dresser, pulling out some clothes while throwing the Eva, Serge, Jodie, and Charlie dirty looks. Then I went into the bathroom, hoping that if it happened again, I had better make more than the morning news.
"Again!" shouted my instructor. Tired, and ready to collapse, I slowly walked to the center of the room, breathing heavily. My feet ached and I knew that I couldn't do it again. Not that dreaded combination. The oxygen was gone from my muscles and all that was left was useless flesh and bone.
Sighing, I placed my feet in fifth position, my arms in high fifth and waited for the music to begin. It didn't take long. Within 5 seconds, the piano started and so did my Hell that I also liked to refer to as my Heaven. Develop, leap, triple piroette, and on and on it went. The thrill, the ecstasy, the-
Floor? Apparently, my muscles decided to take a break of their own, and my ankle could no longer support itself. So, here I am, having fallen to the floor, my ankle hurting like hell, me ass hurting like hell, and one teacher who was just dying to say 'again!'
Bringing my right hand up to my forehead, I rubbed away sweat and tangled hair from my face. I sighed, then, and began to stand up.
"Are you alright, Veronica?" My teacher asked quietly.
"yes, I'm-" I paused. Fine? No, I wasn't fine, and Lord knows that wouldn't get me out of this private dance session. "I'm tired, Madam, and my ankle is swelling. May I be dismissed?"
With a slight nod, my teacher dismissed me. I picked up my bags, the clothes spread about the room that I had discarded with frustration and heat while I was dancing, and left.
As I slowly walked up to my dorm, I thought about ballet. Not dance. Ballet. Ballet had a skill, a technique, nay a passion in it that belonged to no other type of dance. I embraced that passion like a lover, and yet I found its Siren call that of a true siren. Sirens, the beautiful women who drew men to their deaths. Was ballet just a beautiful art meant to draw us to death with the pleasure it gives us? If so, what a wonderful way to die. Smiling, I reached my dorm and went inside to find no one there.
Setting down my bags and clothes, I went into my bathroom and pulled off my tights and leotard. I took a quick, warm shower to remove myself of that awful sweat. Upon getting out, I dressed in a NYCB sweater and baggy jeans.
After digging around under my bed for my History textbook, I brought it over to my desk. Just as I was ready to sit down, however, a knock upon the door interrupted my actions. Curious, I walked over to the door, and opened it to find four smiling faces. Charlie, leaning against the doorway, crossing his arms slightly; Jodie, with her hands slightly clasped in front of her; Eva, with one hand on her hip and an unlit cigarette in the other; and Serge, with both arms crossed.
Smiling, I crossed my arms and mockingly asked, "yes, Satan?"
Lighting her cigarette, Eva said offhandedly, "No, Anna's downstairs." The rest of us laughed, all having experienced Anna's bitchiness.
Waving smoke from my face and coughing slightly, I managed to say, "Dear God, Eva, those are so bad for you. Dancers need to be healthy."
Smiling, Jodie added, "Get a new hobby."
"Yeah, like stamp collecting. It'll calm you right down!" said Serge laughing.
Smiling, and take in a puff of smoke, Eva said sarcastically, "I hate you guys."
"Love you too, babe." Charlie added in.
"Excuse me?" said Jodie. Faking a tantrum, she trotted off.
Laughing, Charlie followed her begging her to forgive him.
Me, Serge, and Eva all said, "Aww," At the same time.
Holding Charlie's hand, Jodie walked back up to us. "True love is so wonderful.."
Serge leaned against the wall and added, "It's but a 8 letter word."
Taking another puff of smoke and chuckling, Eva added, "Yeah, well so is bullshit."
Eva, Charlie, Serge, and me all chuckled slightly, almost ready to burst out laughing.
Shaking her head and trying hard not to laugh Jodie said, "Now I hate you guys."
That was it! We tried and failed miserably. We burst out laughing. Was it really that funny? Perhaps not, but Jodie's face was enough to keep me laughing for days.
Walking into my room and throwing her cigarette out the window, Eva asked, "So where are we going tonight?"
"We?" I asked, raising my left eyebrow in amusement.
Grabbing my arm Serge said, "Yes, we." Jodie grabbed my other arm and added, "Including you."
Silently groaning, I gave in.
"You guys do remember what happened last time we went out right?" I asked, laughing slightly and turning red in embarrassment.
"Yeah, it was masterful." Said Serge laughing.
"Yeah, I still have the tape. We made the morning news." Eva said.
"And Johnathon's Shit List." I added.
"So, Johnathon got a.bit.mad," said Charlie while he was hugging Jodie, "At least our company got more publicity, right?"
Knowing that both the battle and the war were over, I grumbled my way to my dresser, pulling out some clothes while throwing the Eva, Serge, Jodie, and Charlie dirty looks. Then I went into the bathroom, hoping that if it happened again, I had better make more than the morning news.