For the Love of Ballet

Chapter 9

Months went by and I practiced with Ezra more than ever. Veronica didn't know of my intentions, and I was happy that way. Ezra didn't know I was out of the production. Actually nobody knew. All of them were to engrossed in practicing as much as possible before auditions. Everyone's mind was set on the same goal. Auditions were right around the corner and time was running out.

"Ah!" I cried out as I landed on pointe, "I think I broke my nail!

"Are you alright, babe? Here sit down and let me check."

I sat down on the ground and Ezra gently removed my pointe shoe. Little droplets of blood stained my tights and Ezra ripped them off.

"If my tights keep getting ripped like that I might have to buy new ones faster than I thought," I joked.

Ezra chuckled at my comment and inspected my foot, "The good thing is that you didn't break a nail, but you bursted another blister and reopened an old one. Hence why there were little droplets stained in your tights."

"Will I live, doctor Miller?" I faked horror.

"Well I don't know," Ezra looked up into my eyes and wiggled his eyebrows, "The cure is to kiss this doctor senseless."

"Ezra!" I smacked him on the shoulder and pressed my lips onto his, "Now will I live?"

"Yes, my dear patient. Now let's get out of here, I think we practiced enough for today."

"Okay."

Erza helped me get up and swung his bag and mine onto his shoulder. I felt his arm snake around my waste and we both walked out of the studio.

"So what do you want to do, babe? It's a Saturday and we have a whole entire day ahead of us!"

"Well Ana was telling last night that her boyfriend took her out to a sushi restaurant last night."

"And now you want to go?" Ezra smiled.

"Yes! I'm dying to eat Nigiri sushi and a hot bowl of Miso soup!"

"Okay, well let's go tell the administration office we'll be skipping dinner and going out instead."

After we went to the administration office, we went our seperate ways to shower and change into casual clothes. I was tucking in my Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt and adjusting my brown cardigan when someone knocked on my door. I opened the door and saw a first year girl standing with a note card in her hand.

"Are you Dania D'gionvani?" the girl asked.

"Yes, that's me."

She handed me the note card, "There was a very grogeous man with an exotic and sexy accent looking for you and handed me this note card."

"Oh! Thank you uh-"

"Selena," the girl smiled.

"Thank you Selena," I smiled back.

She nodded and went back downstairs. I closed the door and stared at the note card. Exotic and sexy accent? It must be from Ezra, trying to be romantic, I told myself as I rolled my eyes. My eyes widened when I saw it wasn't from him, but from someone else.

It read: My sweetest Dania. Oh how you been? It's been months now since I last saw you. I hope you didn't get into much trouble with Veronica. I would have come personally and tell her it was my fault, but something came up back in Moscow and had to take care of it. I'm here at school right now having a meeting with Veronica. Meet me in ten in the old studio that no one uses on the seventh floor.  

- D.A. Vronsky

I stared at the note card in shock. Vronsky was here and wanted to see me? Images from that night replayed in my head. His soft lips almost touching mine. Snap out of it Dania! I promised Ezra that I would stay away from him. Things were great with Ezra and I didn't want to ruin it. I ripped the note card and threw it in the trash bin. I finished my make up and walked out of my dorm. I finally saw the stairs and looked up. The seventh floor was right above me. I pulled out my phone and sent a quick text to Ezra.