After what felt like the longest class ever it was finally rehearsal. I take off my pointe shoes and start putting on my black rehearsal tutu. Today we are rehearsing Odile/the black swan for Swan Lake. Charlie picks up her bag, raises her eyebrows at me and leaves the studio. I sit on the floor, take a quick sip of my water and start rolling out my Achilles with my tennis ball.
A few moments later William walks up to me. Oh boy.
"Are you excited for rehearsal?"he asks?
"Yeah! Are you the prince?" I ask nervous about his answer.
"Yep! And I'm guessing your Odette/Odile,"
"Haha yeah!"
"Congrats!" He exclaims.
"Congrats to you too!" I keep looking down and he pulls out his phone.
"Damn it." He whispers under his breath.
"What's wrong."
"Oh it was my parents. I can't find an apartment."
"Oh where are you living right now?" I ask.
"Well I'm staying in a hotel until I find an apartment but it's so damn expensive." He shakes his head and keeps looking down at his phone.
"Well, I mean I have an extra room at my place if you want to stay there until you find an apartment," I ask nervously. He looks up at me, widening his eyes.
"Really!"
"I mean yeah only if you want it!"I laugh.
"Thank you! I promise it'll only be for a few weeks." Damnit. A few weeks! What did I get myself into.
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Ballerinas Don't Cry
Teen FictionJuliette Davis has been living her dream for getting in the Professional Division at Pacific Northwest Ballet at only 16. As Swan Lake auditions just passed, the lead role of Odette and Odile is basically sold to her. But can she get keep up with h...
