It Only Takes a Moment

Chapter 8: Cast

Ch.7

The day everybody's been waiting for has finally come. It was Monday meaning that the cast for Swan Lake was going to be revealed. Everyone in the corps de ballet could pretty much assume they wouldn't get a special role. A role was pretty much guaranteed for most people whether their role had a name or not. It was mainly just the soloists and principals who were on edge as they were often rotated in order not to overwork them with multiple leading roles. Would they get the role they wanted or would they be looked over? You could handle another principal role though you weren't going to stress yourself out worrying about it. Whatever happens, happens.

Though that couldn't be a bigger lie! It's been killing you to find out whether or not you were selected to be Odette for Swan Lake. How could it not? You worked your butt off to catch the eye of the choreographer that you would be so disappointed if you didn't get it. How could you not? Those types of thoughts were usually pushed to the side, but they were managing to ease you as annoying as they were. No one is as good as you. Well, that wasn't necessary.

Finding the balance between being confident and overconfident was always interesting. For the longest time you used to have your nose high up in the air, outright acting like you were better than everybody. No one liked you back then. Now you're trying to be humbler, but it still seems like not that many people like you. At least you had Rosamie with you for some time at the company. She made you more approachable to others, though now she was gone. Were you really that hard to talk to? You could work on your social skills you suppose, but thankfully you weren't Jimin.

Speaking of Jimin, you tragically made eye contact with him when entering the Petipa studio. He didn't try to talk to you which was relieving. It just made you aware that his chances of getting Prince Siegfried were high. If you become Odette and he really does become your prince then you hope the two of you can survive it without killing one another. But who knows? Maybe Hwanwoong or another male principal will get to be Siegfried. It almost made you curious to see how Jimin would react. Though honestly, no one really caught your eye as much as Jimin when it came to the part. Unfortunately.

"Today's the day," Yumi spoke to you by the time you made it over to the corner of the studio. She seemed to be waiting for you as always. "Are you nervous at all?"

"No, not at all." You refused to share any sort of weakness with her. Knowing Yumi, she'd probably try to poke into it and act like she's doing you a favor.

"Oh, that must be nice to be so confident." Yumi smiled at you as if she admired you. "It takes a lot to be at your level though. I bet you're never nervous after auditions."

"I try not to think about it too much," You said. Just breathe and you'll be fine. Somehow you've been tolerating her for years and she still annoys you. "It also helps if you don't worry about the other people who auditioned. That would do you a lot of good."

"Noted." Her smile became tight.

If you could just strangle her for a few seconds then you would be set for the day. For now you just settled with returning the same passive aggressive behavior. Yumi and you had a complicated relationship. You'd rather not have any association with her at all. She stayed bitter on the side as you continued on with warming up on your own and getting ready for company class. Anything she said afterwards was ignored as you focused on yourself. It wasn't until Miss Novikov entered the studio with Mister Dupont by her side that you got out of your little world.

Eyes naturally locked on the two. Everyone was curious as to who would get the roles. The younger dancers walked closer to them, almost circling around them while the senior dancers remained by the barre and waited for the news at their spots. They were pretending to be nonchalant about the results unlike the younger dancers who were on edge and had no problem making it obvious on their faces. Mister Dupont had the most eyes on him when he stared down at his clipboard. Everyone was completely silent as he cleared his voice.