"ONE more time, Caroline!" Mrs. Melissa demanded. If I hear another "one more time" from her, I swear to God, I'll throw my fucking pointe shoes at her.
"Yes, Mrs. Melissa." I did my routine once again. Out of all the routines I had, I chose the most basic, yet the most classic one. And it still remains the most quintessential ballet of all time.
The swan lake.
At this point, fouettés and pirouettes are easy. Doing all the moves alone by itself is easy, but the thought of combining all of them and having to do them gracefully? Hell no.
In swan lake, Odette and Odile are performed by the same ballerina, in this case, me.
I must not only master different technical styles but also express the stark contrast in personalities through my performance.
Odette's movements are soft, flowing, and full of longing which embodies purity and vulnerability. While Odile's are powerful, with crisps turns and strong extensions.
The amount of focus and control you need to have in your body and your mind to execute this dance perfectly with precision and confidence is extraordinary.
"Act I to act III are amazing, flawless, perfect. But you tend to mess up on Act IV the most. And it's really such a shame since you always mess up everytime you are about to succeed." Ouch. "Warren, I've got nothing to say, it's graceful, confident, and charming. Perfect." Mrs. Melissa added.
Warren is my partner in swan lake. He portrays Prince Siegfried who will be dancing with me.
Honestly, I felt bad for him, since he was flawless, there was no mistakes spotted during our routine. And I was the one who kept on making stupid and simple mistakes, causing both of us to repeat the dance over and over again.
"Warren, you are dismissed. Caroline, you're not." Mrs. Melissa spoke sternly to me. Warren waved me goodbye and I responded with a smile. "Honestly, I know you are way better than this. You were dancing exquisitely before I announced that your competition's coming up. Are you nervous?" She held my hand, looking at me genuinely like she didn't just break my toes from telling me to repeat the fucking dance 15 times.
"Well, kind of. You know how my mother is." My mom has been pissing me off, only calling me to know how I've been doing on ballet. It doesn't even feel like she's my mom anymore.
"First of all, you've been doing amazing, even though you're sometimes, just the slightest bit wacky. But in the end, you got it right. You just need to try your best. You're very talented, Caroline. I'd be very proud of you if you were my daughter. Remember that." She clasped both of my hands with hers. The look in her eyes was clear, she was proud of me, not just spewing bullshit just to make me feel better.
I leaned my head against her shoulder, really grateful to have her as my teacher. I closed my eyes and took a deep long breath.
"Let's do it once more." I stood up.
"That's the spirit."
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MY legs felt like they were about to fall off when Mrs. Melissa finally approved of my dance. I was dripping with sweat. Don't get me wrong, the ballet studio was provided with air conditioner, but the stress and pressure I felt when I was trying to get it right was heating me up.
"You're dismissed."
"Fuck yes!" I squealed in excitement.
"Mind your language, Veronica."
"Sorry." I shrugged.
When I walked out of the ballet studio, I saw Richelle, probably on her way to her next class.
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Match Made in Hell
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