A Dancer's Dream

Chapter 1: Starting To Dance

Millie:
(Belle's story will eventually be added but you can check it out at OJ_Official)

I started dancing when I was three years old. I screamed. A lot. 
All I wanted to do was cry and I hated it. When I was younger I struggled with separation anxiety and didn't want to leave my mum, ever. I was in a really big class, like ridiculously big and it scared me, I was traumatised! My teacher was really mean too. I told my mum that I never wanted to do another ballet class again. 

I think that my mum could see in me that once I found the right place I would love ballet and never, ever want to quit.

So a year after I started at the school that I hated my mother started searching for a place that I would like, it took forever constantly searching until one day we found the perfect place!

I started there when I was 5 and instantly loved it. I went through a bit of an awkward stage because I didn't know anyone and just wanted friends but I ended up being super lucky with my friends. 

Classes at the new school were a lot nicer, we started with a fun warm-up practising our arabesques on our hands and knees placing our legs in the air to the beat of the jazzy music.

One of the classes I vividly remember is the one where we were talking about feet, I thought I had pretty good feet and so I pointed them. I didn't realise but I had really really ugly feet. 
My teacher pointed out Belle's feet, beautiful high arches, that's all I wanted. I wanted to be called beautiful, it never happened. It still has never happened to this day. I worked so hard and they are quite good now but are still improving.