𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐓- 𝐁𝐄.

𝚍𝚎𝚞𝚡.

•𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫•
~ 𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟏𝟒𝐭𝐡, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐~

𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚎: 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

my toes are cramped in the pretty pink pointe shoe. my calves are throbbing with pain. my hair is in the tightest bun i could muster. and still i perform gracefully without a trace of pain found on my face.

i move with ease. the classical music flowing through my limbs, my blood, my whole being. i circle around the stage with nothing but faith and a block of wood under my toes keeping me steady.

i continue to do my solo until my partner anthony comes in. he starts his solo and he is sanctifying to say the least. he can surely move on his feet without falling on his face.

(an: start from 2:06, yall i love ballet so much. i wish i could start it again, if i ever do its literally gonna be the only thing i do.)

i swiftly scurried to him after he did his feather like jump in the air. when we made contact i leaped and he caught me. he carried me as my body did the moves effortlessly.

when he sat me down we mirrored eachother perfectly. i can not lie, we do make a good team. we never miss a beat together. while we dance its almost like im his reflection and he is my own.

as the dance continues you can feel the tension began to form. as the music gets thicker and louder. we move with more passion. more drive.

the spins and the turns, i do them so much i dont even get dizzy anymore. i love it all. the thrill. the calmness.

when the dance was finished i was still in his arms. the audience cheered, throwing flowers at our feet. the curtains shut and he finally let me go. he grabbed my hand and we walked to the dressing rooms.

before we split up i said to him, "you did good babe."

"so did you." he kissed my hand before walking away. i smiled walking into my dressing room. i took off the tiara and snatched the hair tye from my hair.

moaning at the tension being released. massaging my scalp. i sat down in front of the vanity mirror, taking off my pointe shoes.

i changed out of my leotard and into some leggings and a cami top. when i was comfortable i called my 'cousin' genesis. we arent even cousins really, its just how we were brought up.

we grew up together and was practically raised together from living on the same block for nearly our whole lives. but she recently moved out of the home we were so familiar with. it was an emotional day when they moved for basically everyone in the family.

but anyways why not just call ourselves cousins? we practically learned eachothers cultures. mine being french and hers being colombian.

📞 mallory genesis

hi babyyyy how was your performance? im sorry i missed it, im still in colombia with my grandma.

its fine it was great. anthony and i did so good together as always. we're the best at this, i wish he talked more about it.