Broken Shoes

Broken Shoes

Chapter 1

I looked straight into the camera and said, “My name is Gwen Lloyd, I’m seventeen years old, I come from a small town in Wales, my hobbies are dancing, shopping, dancing, reading, dancing, talking to my best friend, dancing, collecting Winnie The Pooh things and dancing. I will be performing two dances for you today, the first will be a contemporary style dance, and the second ballet. The music I will be dancing to for the contemporary dance will be Domino by Jessie J, and the ballet dance will be to Pixie Lott’s Catching Snowflakes.” I smiled a small smile at the camera and turned to walk to the back of the room.

            The music stopped and I held my last move for a moment longer. I straightened up and moved to the centre of the room, I had a severe case of butterflies, but I tried not to let it show. One of the men thanked me and said I was to go behind the curtain in the corner to change for my second dance, I nodded and hurried off. Once behind the curtain I quickly removed my glittery gold top that was ripped in random places so that you could see my black leotard under it, and my short dark denim shorts. I changed into my white leotard with a tutu, and swapped my black modern shoes for my ballet pointe ones. Time was key, our teacher Mrs McGreggor had told us, background dancers needed to be able to do quick changes. My hair was already in a bun, but I wasn’t wearing a net, so I quickly twisted one around my hair and hurried back into the room.

            I smiled at the two men sitting at the table in front of the camera and mirrors. Apparently the celebrity who needed the dancers couldn’t make it, so they were filming us for them. Both men were still writing so I waited patiently, watching them. One of the men had dark hair, while the other was balding. Badlie glanced up at me and I flashed him a smile, he smiled back but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. The dark haired man looked up, placed his pen on the table, looked me up and down and said: “In Your own time.” I nodded at our pianist, Mr Ellis who was also operating the CD player, and Pixie’s wonderful voice filled the room and I danced my heart out.

            As the end of the song drew closer, as did the most complicated move in the dance. I had to plié on one leg with the other leg pointed out to the side, pirouette, plié again, then into 1st arabesque on pointe. It all went fine until the arabesque. I rose into the arabesque, but my foot didn’t quite reach pointe, so I went over my ankle and fell into an ungraceful heap on the floor. Pain exploded in my ankle, worse than I had ever felt before in my life, it all happened so fast my mind struggled to keep up, all I then everything went black.

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Ok, so this is just an idea that I have had in my head, if you guys like it then I will carry it on, but if you don't, well.......

You may have noticed that this is in the Fan Fic category, you will find out soon enough who the celeb is, I think mabe chapter 3 or something around there... hmmmmmm.....

This chapter is dedicated to my amayZAYN (little hit to the celeb... ;) ) editor! She is AWESOME!!! Love you!!! (In a sisterly way!)

Anyways, please comment and tell me what you think

See yas

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