After
Interlude
The new teacher was odd, to say the least.
Last year's teacher was Mrs. Adora. She was in her sixties, had a strong foreign accent and was always late. She also wanted all her students to be Svetlana Zakharova, what was rather difficult when you start ballet at the age of fourteen.
But this teacher was really different. Her corrections were soft spoken and she smiled a lot more than Mrs. Adora. And she was never late.
The other girls in class used to mock her, criticizing the teacher long stiletto nails or her strange dark green hair. If the teacher knew, she never let it show, or maybe she didn't care. Anyway, the teasing stopped last week, when a red-haired named Daphne asked if she could demonstrate fouettés. They clearly expected her to fail, but the teacher nailed it. At least now they respected her.
Morgan imagined why a talented woman like her choose to be a teacher instead of following a professional career. But Morgan was thankful she didn't, she really liked having classes with this new teacher. She was indeed strange, but Morgan knew one thing: there was something special about her.
That's the interlude, now we're ready to go! Oh, I forgot mentioning that I've created a new tumblr especially for Étoile Tombée! Just look for etoiletombee!