Willow Cole moves back to sunny California in order to try another career path.
Ballet.
She always had a passion for it and got lost in the music and dancing.
But Willow gets distracted when her ballet teacher groups her and her high school crush...
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"don't put your happiness in other people's hands. they'll drop it. they'll drop it every time." –––
"Today we won't be practicing in our normal studio. Instead, we will be going to a different space to practice. In this space, you will be learning different techniques for your routine while also preparing your bodies for this performance."
"Where will we be practicing?" One of the girls in the group asked.
"A gym. Not too far from here. It's a mile away and you are going to be jogging there." Ms. Primel said. "That is why I asked for you guys to not dress in your regular attire. I will explain more when we arrive at the destination. Leave your bags here because we will come back here before we leave the studio today."
Ms. Primel emailed all the girls last night saying that we had to come to the studio in workout attire, no leotards, or our ballet wear. I am wearing these gym shorts and then a black tank top with my shoes that I use to work out. I didn't know we were going to be running today.
I was, still not, a good runner. I hate running and by the time I am done running a mile, I feel like I am going to die.
I take my phone and put it in the pocket that my shorts had. When all of the girls were ready to leave the studio, we walked out of the building and started jogging behind Ms. Primel. I am surprised she is still in shape after being alive for longer than 50 years.
"Hey." I turn my head and look at the girl who was jogging next to me.
She has blonde hair, brown eyes, her hair is in a bun, and she is wearing a black sports bra with grey leggings. She looked a little familiar, but I have no clue where from.
"Hey," I said back while still jogging.
"Your name is Willow, right?" The girl asked.
"Yea. Yours?"
"Claire. I'm shocked that you don't recognize me." As I am jogging, I am trying to remember how or where I know her from. "You and I were in the same ballet class when we were five."
Oh, that Claire.
When I was five, Claire and I were in the same ballet class. But once I left, she and I never kept in contact. We were pretty close, and I remember always having play dates with her. The reason Claire and I became friends in the first place was because she had the same last name as my first name. She also went to the church where my father works.
"Claire Willows," I muttered while jogging.
"At first I didn't recognize you and I didn't know if you were the Willow I talked to when I was five."
"I didn't even know you still were in ballet," I commented.
"My mom said that she wants me to have a career in ballet."
"Do you want to that?"
"I want to become an artist," Claire stated. I don't say anything after she said that. It's not my business to interfere with her problems with her mother. "Why did you come back to ballet?"
"I didn't like clothing design school, so I decided to come back."
"Didn't think you would be interested or try clothing design."
"I thought I would enjoy it."
"Why ballet though? Out of all careers, why ballet?"
"Because I have always liked ballet, I just never saw myself having a ballet career."
"Well, I am glad your back. I now finally have someone to talk to in class. The rest of the girls are spoiled bitches."
I chuckled and then continue to jog, following the group of girls behind Ms. Primel. We got to the destination in less than twenty minutes.
When Ms. Primel stopped running all of the girls started to kneel on the floor to catch their breath. I looked in front of us and saw that we were in front of a gym.
Rockers Boxing Gym to be exact.
A boxing gym?
"Why are we at a boxing gym?" Claire asked while trying to control her breathing.
"No clue. Ms. Primel always had weird methods for winning." I mentioned.
"Not wrong about that."
"Alright ladies, stand straight and center." Ms. Primel said, and all of the girls gather in front of her. "I know a lot of you have questions but all we will be answered when we get inside. But let me tell you that once we get inside everyone better be on their best behaviors and no fooling around. If I see anyone out of line, then that performance and free tuition will be gone."
All of the girls nodded their heads and then Ms. Primel turns around and walks towards the gym. All of the girls follow her and once we get inside, I feel the air conditioning hit my skin.
It feels so good in here.
"God where is the nearest water fountain," Claire whined but I can relate.
I am thirsty as hell.
I look around and take a look at the gym we are in.
There is a huge boxing ring in the middle of the gym and then a section of the gym is filled with just boxing bags. There are also some stair masters and treadmills.
"Ladies." Ms. Primel said, and I turn my head to look at her. Behind Ms. Primel there are a group of boys and then an older man standing next to Ms. Primel. "So, some would say that boxing and ballet are different in so many ways. But for this performance, I want to create a dance based on boxing techniques and strategies. This is something that a lot of people have never tried so I want to be the first one in our ballet school to mix boxing with Ballet." Ms. Primel explains. She then turns to the male next to her. "My friend, John is a boxing instructor. He has been in the boxing industry for more than thirty-five years. . ."
As Ms. Primel explains more about how she and John met and how he is going to be helping us, my eyes wander to the group of boys behind them.
They are all good looking no doubt, but my eyes catch very familiar hazel ones.
