Red Room

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She had been standing for two hours straight. Watching the other girls go through the movements and then repeat them. 

Since eating the young girl had been given a black leotard to change into and black ballet flats. She changed quickly, excited to start her new ballet classes. Only when she got there she was directed to the back of the room, and she has been standing there ever since. 

Katya recognized most of the moves and sequences that the other girls were doing. However that did nothing to ease the butterflies in her stomach. She was nervous. Not only because today was her first day but also because the other girls seemed much better than her. 

The room was dark, only natural lighting filtering through the big window next to the piano. All of the music was played there, a man, with his ankle cuffed to the piano bench, repeating the same notes over and over again as the girls repeated their sequence. 

The raven haired girl jumped when the music stopped. The sudden quietness making the other girls around her do the same. 

The group who were practicing moments before froze, their feet moving back to first position in anticipation of new instructions. "Next." Madame B said. The group shuffled to the back, pushing Katya and the girls around her into the middle of the room. 

Katya had the misfortune of being in the front. Immediately, Madame B's gaze found her. The stern woman pinching her lips together in a frown. 

With the single tap of her cane the music began again and the girls launched into the routine. 

With wide eyes Katya tried to follow along, however she was never told the sequence. She didn't know what to do when. Since she was in the front she didn't have the chance to follow the girl in front of her. She had to do it on her own. 

"Stop." 

The piano stops short, the strangled noise causing the girls to flinch in their positions. 

"Katya- alone." Madame B waved Katya forward. Hesitantly Katya followed the instructions, stepping away from the group. "Again." The woman instructed in Russian. 

The piano started again, and Katya stood there. Her eyes watering under the intense gaze of her instructor and peers. 

"I'm sorry-" Katya started her voice wobbly with emotion. 

She was cut short, her head snapping to side as Madame B's hand flew across her face. The force of the slap sent the six year old to the ground. 

"Again." 

Katya looked back for help from the other girls only to see the girls in her group frozen in first position. Their gaze locked forward. Whimpering quietly Katya rose to her feet and stood in first position again. 

Her cheek burned but as the music started again she knew she had to keep going. She tried to replicate the sequence the other girls had done. 

But when another slap sounded and Katya was sent backwards from the force she knew she hadn't done it. 

Madame B didn't waiver, she only instructed for Katya to get back and line. 

And then the music started again. 

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a/n: i was going to use some fancy ballet terms but alas i do not know those terms. so if you know any send me a message please? video is of the sequence Katya needed to do.