The Ballet Registration

Velma had stopped crying now and was thinking about her future as a ballerina, she laughed knowing that if someone had told her last year that she would have been yesterdays news and destened for dance and would not have belived them. In fact, she didn't even belive herself now.

She was headed on her way to the The School of Ballet which was right in downtown Chicago. Downtown, funny, she had never used that word except to referance down...town... Anyway, she had arrived and was ready. She walked into the waiting room and looked around at the other women. They were all wearing leotards and tights ...oh shit! Velma realized she had no chance in her fish net tights and skin tight dress. She ran out the door as quickly as she could, she knew she had to get a leotard and PINK tights as soon as possible. She ran to the nearest dance store and grabed a black leotard and pink tights, and with out even bothering to try them on she ran out the door, thrusting a wad of cash at the cashier as she ran.

She relized how stupid she must have looked running down the street with a leotard, tights, and a coffee in her hands. She HAD to change, but where? Ummm... not the baker not the public restroom not the... wait the public restroom! She would NOT NOT NOT have gone in there unless the situation had needed it as bad as she did. Alright, she walked up the steps and coaxed herself to open the door. She walked in there like she owned the place, not that it was a place she wanted to own... but she grabed a stall and pulled on her tights and leotard which fit miraculously well for not trying them on. She ran to the mirror and arranged her hair in something that resembled a bun... and then she left. She finished her coffee on the way out and tossed it into the trash can. Some bum knocked into her and she yelled, "Fuck off, dumb ass! Oh shit!" She had dropped ALL the contents of her purse. She quickly picked them up and ran as fast as her body would let her. When she arrived at the Ballet studio her hair had fallen out of the bun.

Things were not going well today, but Velma was determined to get this dancing gig. She put her hair into a real bun this time and went up to the desk. The woman explained that she had to fill out a registration form in order to even be called for a dancing audition. Velma grabbed a registration form, and when she did she thought that she was grabbing ten, she found out that the form was 27 pages long! She got comfortable and started filling it out. Name... Velma Kelly Age...um, well she could give a little white lie right? Age: 22 Sex... oh she wished, she hadn't had sex in a long time. Sinse she got into jail, in fact. But who asked her about sex? Oh, the registration, sex: female. Ok well things were going smooth but she had only filled out the first line. She continued by filling out her adress, attachments to the city (as in spouse kids etc.) she wrote none.

Then she got to the previous experiance page. Well...not exactly page...more like pages. 16 pages to be precise. Which she was supposed to fill out with the academys where she had been taking classical ballet for the last 16 years. Oh shit...what was she going to do. She hadn't even begun the audition and she was in deep water... she wrote that she had been dancing on stage for 5 years and that she was choreographed by Harold Hanfagn. She wrote that she had been taught in jazz and a little tap... and it didn't hurt that she lied and said she had been taught classical ballet...even though she had never touched a pointe shoe in her life. She finished up the form by signing a waver for her imaginary call back. She handed the registration form to the woman at the desk and went back to her apartment. She had to take a ballet class before she got a call back!