Forever and Always [Elijah Mikaelson]

13

The soft strains of classical music filled the studio, the notes floating through the air like a gentle breeze. Anastasia stood at the front of the room, her posture graceful and poised, embodying the elegance she was guiding her students to achieve. The mirrored walls reflected the group of young dancers, all eyes focused intently on her every movement.

"Alright, everyone," Anastasia called out, her voice calm but encouraging. "Let's go over the positions again. Remember, ballet is as much about strength as it is about grace."

She moved fluidly into first position, her feet forming a perfect 'V' on the polished wooden floor. The students mimicked her, some with ease and others with a bit of hesitation. Anastasia smiled warmly at the latter, offering them a nod of encouragement.

"Good, now second position," she instructed, her arms lifting to form a gentle arc above her head as her feet slid apart. "Keep your movements controlled. It's all about precision."

The students followed her lead, the room filled with the soft sounds of feet gliding across the floor and the occasional rustle of fabric. Anastasia moved through the basic positions, her motions effortless, each transition a seamless blend of strength and fluidity.

As the class continued, she walked among the students, gently correcting their form, her touch light but precise. "Chin up, Sophie," she said softly to one girl, lifting her head with a gentle hand. "You want to feel as though you're being pulled up by a string at the top of your head."

Sophie adjusted her posture, her face lighting up with determination. Anastasia nodded approvingly and moved on to another student. She was patient, her approach calm and encouraging, always offering praise along with corrections.

"Now, let's try a few pliés," Anastasia instructed, moving back to the front of the class. She demonstrated the movement, bending her knees smoothly, her body lowering in perfect alignment. "Feel the ground beneath your feet and use it to push yourself up."

The students followed, their movements tentative at first, but gradually growing more confident under Anastasia's watchful eye. She moved among them again, offering guidance and support, her presence a steadying force in the room.

As the class drew to a close, Anastasia gathered the students in a circle. "You all did wonderfully today," she said, her voice warm with pride. "Remember, ballet is a journey. It takes time and dedication, but every small improvement is a step forward. Be patient with yourselves and keep practicing."

The students smiled, some of them beaming with the satisfaction of a lesson well learned. Anastasia watched them as they gathered their things, her heart swelling with a quiet joy.

Her moment of peace was interrupted by her phone ringing seeing who it was Ana answered the phone.

"ANA DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG I HAVE BEEN CALLING WHAT ON EARTH WERE YOU DOING." Rebekah screamed into the phone.