Chapter I

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Copenhagen, Denmark

She left the ballet room with her friends. Her long messy hair hid a skinny and tired face. Ulla Paulson, a young 17 years old ballet dancer was enjoying her life in the Royal Ballet School's tinny room. It was late, she didn't learn her dance combos and we could see the fear on her face. So she asked to her friend if she could stay in her room to learn it.

-Hey ! Can I ask you something please, I need help !

-Yes, sure! answered Amanda or Mandy for friends, a young Dancer a bit older than Ulla.

-I just... Mandy cut her before the end of her sentence-Let me guess.... you didn't learn your movements ?

- Yes, that's it, and I am afraid of it. Maybe the teacher will kill me, maybe she will fired me or something like this ...

-Ullie, don't be afraid. You know by yourself the teacher Ana, she shouts but she doesn't bite!

-Yes, sorry I know...I'm just really stressed... maybe I'll fail my year!!!

- No !!! Never !! Ullie don't say that, really, don't say that.

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