❝𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐞.❞
Tallulah Delacruz is a girl with a dream. The dream of becoming a prima ballerina. But her dreams are crushed when her parents force her to move to Forks, Washington.
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𝚃 𝙷 𝙸 𝚁 𝚃 𝙴 𝙴 𝙽
A BLACK TIGHT-FITTING TUTU COVERS MY BODY. The artificial light shinning down on me is blinding but I don't focus on it. I run gracefully across the stage. My arms cross over my body as I bend down before rising with a couru. I travel diagonally before posé turning into a chaine with a relevé to start again.
I turn and walk across the stage with my arms floating up to mimic that of a swan and prepare myself with a tendu. I do a petit pique turn into attitude derrière, letting myself fall before doing a petit pique turn into an assemblé. I repeat myself again before running to the opposite corner, my body folds down with my arms before they float upwards as I couru to the diagonal corner.
I jump before going into fourth and doing a double pirouette before chaine-ing across the room. I do it again before moving my body around and posé turn around the large stage. As my music ends I rise to fifth and the crowd applauds. I run off the stage, gracefully but playful.
When I'm sure the audience can't see me I break into a sprint behind the stage to get to the opposite side to start. I listen to the music and run gracefully onto the stage before starting my thirty-two fouettés. I pick a spot on the wall and keep it with each whip of my head. I land with a smirk on my face and run to the side as Ben moves into the centre to start his turns.
I posé in arabesque before doing a glissade and running forward to start again. I do this multiple times before moving and hopping backwards in an arabesque. I rise and hold the arabesque before starting to hop again. I rush forward and plié in fourth. I pirouette and Ben spins me before lifting me into the air and then placing me on my feet again.
We turn to each other and he takes my hands with a long kneel, I move my hand closest to the audience behind me sharply and he presses his face to the one in his. The audience clap and we hold the position for three counts before he moves to stand. I curtsy to the audience before running off the stage.
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The delicate white tutu holds my body nicely, a perfect contrast to the black one I wore previously. I'm lifted into the air, my arms floating around me before I'm placed to the floor as the white swan dies tragically.
It's the perfect ballet.
The perfect ballet to be the last one I dance.
I know that I won't be able to dance in a company again, and for swan lake to be my last is idyllic. Because a part of me will die with the swan queen.
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I hold bouquets of flowers in my hands; too many to carry. I smile bitter-sweetly. My whole life has been ballet. It's the first thing I ever loved, but now my dream has been crushed. Some part of me knew it would be destroyed the moment I moved to Forks. I can't be upset nor angry because I have danced more shows in the past four years than some dancers dance in their whole career.
I place the many bouquets down on the vanity before teleporting them to the inside of our car and use wet wipes to wipe away my makeup. My hands shake slightly as I wipe away the white makeup under my eyes. The door of the dressing room is knocked and Jasper's scent greets me instantly. "Come in." I reply and he walks inside. "You alright darlin'? Your emotions are all over the place." Jasper closes the door behind him and I unpin my white hair piece.
"I'm alright. I just need to pick up a new hobby, this has been my life for sixteen years." I smile sadly and take in a shaking breath. He moves to stand behind me, rubbing his hands soothingly on my shoulders. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to my cheek. I take one of his hands and he smiles at me through the mirror.
I lift my hands and undo my tight bun. My curls escape crazily, sprouting off in every direction. I pull a sheepish look and Jasper smiles at me with a chuckle. "Glad you didn't see my crazy curls when I used to wake up in the morning." Jasper's lips pull up into a slight mischievous grin. "I did, darlin'." My eyes widen and I gasp, turning around to see him.
"Why didn't you say anything?" I wine out embarrassed and pull my wild curls into a messy ponytail. "I thought it was cute." He tells me and I turn back to the mirror with a shake of my head and a slight smile on my face. "My hair was the same when I was in the army, it was this length but would be crazy every time I woke up." I smile at Jasper through the mirror.
He walks over to my folded clothes and passes them to me. I hold them and he undoes the ribbon of the corset in the tutu. Sparks travel through my body at the ghost of his touch. I walk towards a room divider and slip out of my tutu and change into my clothes. I hold the white tutu and smile down at it sadly. I take in a breath and place it on my now empty vanity along with my head piece.
My changing room is empty and I walk away from my old life with Jasper and our fingers interlocked.
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A/N- just a filler chapter because next chapter will be their wedding! I really hope you like it!
