Hello!!
My name is Gwen, and I want to share all my crazy life stories, from love to adventure and even a little bit of horror. I have never told anyone any of these, so I think it might be fun to share them with you guys and get to know if you have...
After the recital, tensions disappeared for a bit, but I remember everything feeling extremely odd. Nobody was angry anymore, but everybody did feel defeated cause at the end of the day, Lexi had done everything just as she wanted, and Anous had become the most manipulative bitch whose plan had worked to perfection.
It is also important to add that I was not the only one who had problems with Anous. There were other girls. I specifically remember one who had such an intense dislike for Anous, and during the recital, she had the role of her mom, and it was so obvious that they hated each other. However, in this situation, Lexi stated that the other girl was difficult to work with and that she was probably being influenced by me and the other two girls who didn't receive the main role, so... cause yeah... everyone's the problem except for Lexi. Also, I wasn't even friends with the girl, so idk why that theory spread around.
I don't remember much about that time after the recital in terms of the regular classes. Still, I do recall something that significantly impacted my life, the way I viewed Lexi, and ultimately, the entire treatment I received at that dance school until I decided to leave.
If I'm not mistaken, I was probs 16 or 17 when the whole recital stuff happened. The following year, something significant occurred. A woman (whose name is not important) designed a prestigious university program related to dance. Several universities around town competed to offer set program in their services, including Uni A and Uni B. Uni A won, and it was huge news, as the university itself was also very prestigious and one of the most elite in town.
Lexi decided to audition for the program and was accepted. She wanted to be a part of it, and here, I'm being honest, I have a bit of sympathy for her. On the one hand, she wanted to accomplish that dream, and honestly, I feel that if she had done it, things would have been different in her school. As time passed, her standards lowered to the point where, perhaps, if she had been in a university environment with professionals, things would have been better.
Another reason why I felt bad for her is that she ended up not going. After some time, although it was never confirmed, it was fairly obvious that it had to do with her husband and the fact that he was not very cooperative with raising their children, so she eventually decided not to complete the set degree. However, the following year, I wanted to give it a try. I went to her and asked for private tutoring (which she gave me very shitty ones to be honest), but I think in a way she started feeling like helping me reach that goal could heal her desire to do it herself, sort of like when a person lives through someone else....
Keep this in mind...
She started feeling like helping me reach that goal could heal her desire to do it herself.
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So when the auditions came, I didn't get in, and in a way it was healing because later on I would get the news that they were actually not letting anyone who wasn't from a prestigious public dance school in. That year, all students in the BA were from this only school, and people would complain, plus the students from that school were known for being problematic, so the next year they welcomed everyone.
