I'm super nervous for tonight. My ballet teacher told me if I mess up I'm out. I'll be done for.
Let me recall on what's going on. I'm a dancer at Dance Of Life dance studio dance is MY life. But the grand performance is coming up in two days. My ballet teacher told me if I mess up I'm out of the studio. I'm super nervous about the triple pirouette.
"Stevie it's your turn to practice" I'm not quite sure who said that but yes my name is stevie I'm 16 years old and live in Brantford. " Exuse me miss , do you know where the control room is? " It was a man in a grey coat he had one of those mustaches that swirl in a little loop, like an evil magician.
" Stevie, miss Stevie where are you? " The person who was calling my name was Jeff our secretary. " Stevie, there you are it's your turn to go up on stage for rehearsal " Jeff looked tired probably because he's been running around all day trying to find dancers, props and teachers.
I look back the man who I talked to isn't there, he was gone. For some reason I feel nervous again I bet I'm going to flunk the triple pirouette I've done 12 turns in a row before, so I should be able to do it .
I go to the wings and wait for the music. It starts and I run on stage. Chené, Chené, grand jeté. Poda burré, and pirouette. That's what I'm thinking in my head but when it comes to the pirouette all the lights shut off even the stage lights, and there was a large bang that made me fall to the ground. The music flickered between my song and some sort of ceepy hiphop song. The song was trying to tell me something but I couldn't make it out. But what I did hear was " As I... you'll go...center stage...or else...you...meet...doom....regret...it" I'm not sure why but I do what the creepy song said I walked to the center of the stage and waited. There was a bright white flash right in front of me and for a breef second I saw something that looked like a little angry monster he was blue, and looked life threatening he had the kind of expression of a leader a mean one.
When he was gone, I fell through the floor. I was in a grey place that looked liked a long coridoor. The ceiling was low, and I was floating but there was air that I could breath. I looked around and I saw a trapdoor above me and a trapdoor below me.
I'm asking myself: where did I come from? What happened? Why am I here? How do I get back? Am I dead? Does this mean that I will never dance again?
