I do not own Sailor Moon or any of its characters tear

I came up with this story after watching Center Stage for the umpteenth time (I love that movie!) It has nothing to do with the movie (not really), but just for the record, I don't own it either.

Anyways I hope you enjoy!

It was a crowded morning in New York City. The streets were littered with cabs full of angry, impatient people, yelling obscenities, hoping it would cause the bumper-to-bumper traffic to move. Horns honking, people yelling, and tires screeching were all heard, causing those who it offended to answer back in their most obnoxious ways.

Except for one.

A small woman sat in the back of a taxi that was stuck in the dead center of typical New York traffic, loving every minute of it. She looked no more than 20, if that, with soft golden hair that reached her shoulders. She gazed excitingly out of the cab's windows at the wonders of the amazing city and mentally added the places she wanted to visit to her to do list. The cab once again lurched forward as they made their way to the building, which was the "headquarters" of the American Ballet Company, one of the nation's leading and prestigious ballet companies.

It had been her dream to become a ballerina, ever since she was a child and she had watched a performance of The Nutcracker on television. She admired the grace and poise of each dancer, and marveled at their flexibility and the way they seemed to fly through the air when they leaped across the stage. She loved it especially when they danced on their toes, seeming so weightless that they could balance on their toes. It would be several years after that when she realized the side effects of obtaining that look of complete weightlessness.

Soon after that, she began ballet classes at a small company in her town, being taught by someone who had been taught by a student of George Balanchine himself. The teacher quickly recognized her talent, and began teacher her privately in order to help her grow into the marvelous dancer she was today.

The cab stopped in front of an impeccably clean marble white building and she marveled at its size. She could see people dancing through the windows, longing desperately to join them. The driver came and opened her door, allowing her to step out before retrieving her luggage from the back.

She smiled at her new home, as she brushed a few strands of hair from her eyes. She thanked the driver as she opened her purse and paid him, making sure to give him a large tip.

"Have a good day, Miss Carmichael", the driver said politely, as he returned to his car and drove off and quickly vanished from her vision.

She bend down and picked up her bags and began walking towards the doors that were in front of her, her head held high and a smile on her face.

Today would be a good day indeed for Serena Carmichael.