~ Was there ever a moment when you felt as though your life had no meaning, or purpose and that you didn't even understand why you were living anymore? Well I've been feeling that way since my fifteenth birthday. Everything in my life is: Ballet. School. Classical piano training. Of course at first I loved it ALL.
The starry lights that flash into your eyes on stage, the racing of your heart, the fluttering butterflies in your tummy, the stardom, the attention and the massive uproar the crowd creates when you have completed a dance routine you've been aiming to master for two weeks prior to the recital. It's sublime! Isn't it? That's every girl's dream right? To become a prima ballerina!
Oh but you see when you hit puberty and you ...~
- Mia honey! It's time to go! You'll be late for your ballet class.
- I'm coming! I shouted back.
I quickly hit the save to draft button on my blog and dashed down the stairs with my cute polka dotted dance bag.
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Barred by Ballet
Teen FictionFifteen year old Mia dreams of living a 'normal' teenage life but her parents have other plans for her future. None of which includes rock-star-band-playing boyfriends and itsy bitsy shorts. Her mother who is a well known ballad mistress / ex-princi...
