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> Mentions injury. Nothing gory
Ella makes her way to the right side of the stage, booties covering her pointe shoes and legwarmers atop her tights. The musical cue to get her on stage plays and she casually marks the movements of her performance.
Ballet was Ella's one and only passion. She had been dancing for almost all her life and was finally dancing professionally. This was Ella's second production with her first company so she was basically still a newbie to the professional life.
Now dressed in her appropriate costume, she makes her way to the familiar side of the stage and rubs her pointe shoes in the rosin while mentally preparing herself for the variation she was about to do. One musical cue later she was on stage. Performing the variation full out.
Everything felt free. No worries. Nothing to stress about. Whenever Ella dances on stage, nothing matters to her. It's like something takes over her body and she just goes a long with the ride. She really did love the art so much.
"Straighten your leg there." The director instructed. "Be careful you were barely on your box there."
Ella took note of the last minute comments and mentally cursed at herself.
Now it was time for the worst part of the dance. The travelling fouettes. The director wouldn't have casted Ella for this part if she couldn't do them. But she still hated them with a passion.
She takes a deep breath while preparing for the turns. She takes of and makes her way across the stage whilst turning.
Everything was going smoothly. Ella had no worries and was gradually getting across the stage.
Then the worst happened. Ella overestimated her next turn and didn't get on her leg. A loud thud filled everyone's ears while the music came to a stop. Ella stayed on the ground, holding her leg in pain as nearby cast members and staff make their way to her.
"Ella are you okay? Do you need an ambulance?" A voice says to her. She could barely keep her focus on anything else but the shooting pain in her leg.
"It hurts." She struggles to say.
The medical assistant that worked with the company came to her side and examined her leg. She removes the pointe shoe and rolls up her tights to get a better look.
"Oh goodness it's already starting to bruise. We should get you to a hospital so you can get this in an x-ray." The nurse puts a bag of ice on top of the injured area and waited for the ambulance to arrive.
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> Poppi Speaks!
I'm really sorry that there isn't any Karl in this chapter. I just wanted to put a little background on our little star.
I honestly feel like this type of story wouldn't interest an average person who doesn't really have an interest in ballet but hey, I like ballet and I'm enjoying this so I'm just going to keep writing.
