True Disaster ✔️

Two

"a dream does not become reality through magic; it takes sweat, determination, and hard work."
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When I was around five years old, I got into ballet. My mom and dad thought it would be a good idea for me to participate in something disciplined but also elegant.

My dad's mother was a professional ballet dancer and he wanted me to try and do something like what she did.

I stopped dancing when I was a Junior in high school since I had to start focusing on my career. I loved dancing but I wanted to try something else.

Being a clothing designer didn't work out so well so that's why I am in front of Primel's Ballet School.

Mrs. Primel used to be my old ballet teacher. She is the definition of strict and cranky. But she is over 50 years old so no wonder she is so mad all the time.

I hitched my bag over my shoulder before walking through the doors.

When I walk inside, I see the familiar bulletin board on the wall. The school looks the same as it did when I was a Junior.

I walk towards where Mrs. Primel's class was located and when I am in front of her door I knocked and hear a sharp, come in.

I open the door and see Mrs. Primel standing in front of a bunch of girls who have their hair in buns and are leotards with their ballet shoes on.

"How can I help you?" Mrs. Primel asked with a raised eyebrow.

"My name is Willow. I used to be one of your old students. I talked to you on the phone the other day. You said I can-"

"Put your bag in the back and then take your place in line with the rest of the girls. We just started. Don't be late next time." I bit my tongue so that I don't argue with her. I put my bag down and then stand by a girl with blonde hair. "This year our class will be doing a performance in the next few months. You all need to look like the best versions of yourself as well as perform to the best of your abilities. So many people will be watching this performance as well as Ballet Agencies who will be visiting from London. They are going to be giving away three free tuitions to the best dancers they see on the stage." Mrs. Primel states.

"God does she ever have a smile on her face." I heard the girl in front of me tell her friend.

"For this performance, we will be trying something different. We are going to be trying a new technique for this dance. I have never heard of something done like this before, so I want to try something different rather than the rest of the other classes." Mrs. Primer says as she walks around the group of girls. "Today we will be doing our normal routine, but I wanted to let you all know in advance that in the next week we will not be practicing in the studio."

For the rest of the class, we did stretching and then Mrs. Primel's normal routine. We also learned new movement principles and techniques.

When it was time for everyone to leave Mrs. Primel asked me to stay back after class.

Probably to lecture me since that is what she does to everyone she asks to stay back after class.

"You asked for me?" I asked as I stood in front of Mrs. Primal while she was packing her things.

"When you were a toddler, you were one of the best students in the class. I was sad to see you go Willow."

"I wanted to pursue other things," I stated.

Mrs. Primal stood up. "Well, I want you to know that I am not going to be so nice as I was when you were a child. Your father told me about the mouth you had. I don't expect that kind of behavior from anyone, so you better get it in check by the time we have our performance or else I won't allow you to perform."

Ballet wasn't something I loved but I enjoyed dancing and it made sense other than the other careers and hobbies I tried.

I bit my tongue to not say something bitchy to her.

Instead, I just nod my head and smile at her. "Of course. I won't disappoint you."

"Good. You can leave now."

I don't wait another second before leaving the room while clenching my fist and repeatedly cursing her out in my head.