When Pigs Fly

Chapter 2

I've been dancing since I was as young as I can remember, it's my passion. When I'm out there on stage I feel like I'm pouring my heart into my movements; letting the music take control over my body.

"Hurry up Emma!"

It was my dance coach Amanda calling me from my day dreams. Amanda was young, maybe mid twenties; she was skinny, tall and had dark brown hair. Amanda was strict at times but we got along and had a laugh occasionally, she was like a best friend / big sister. Amanda always supported me in my decisions; she had danced at The Royal Australian Academy of Dance from a young age, you could say she was pretty talented, I thought so, she was a huge role model for me.

As I pulled on my second purple leg warmer I rushed through the door of the change rooms into the studio. Amanda was waiting at the bar,

"You took your time, missy!" Amanda said putting on a fake angry tone.

I laughed and we set to work on my piece for the Eisteddfod coming up. I named it 'Something Deep and Dark' it was a powerful piece about my life, but Amanda didn't know that.

Dance finished at 9.30pm. After my warm down, Amanda said goodbye to me as her next dancer entered the room, and I scurried off to get changed after a polite hello to the dancer after me.

As soon as I was through the door I took off my leg warmers and but on some plain socks and pulled loose 'GHANDA' track pants over the top of my dance clothes. I slipped on a hoodie and some vans and left the building where mum was parked outside waiting for me.

"Hi darling" she said.

"HI MUM!" I said enthusiastically above the radio.

The rest of the journey home was silent. At home I wolfed down 1 nutrition filled snack bar, and took a quick hot shower before sitting down to get 4 subjects of homework done. At 11.45pm I closed my Chinese books and fell into bed, needless to say I fell asleep easily.