Studio #813

Chapter One

The ice in my glass had now melted, giving a watery taste to my Coke. It had been half an hour since I had ordered my meal of a Regina pizza and it still hadn't been delivered to me. 

Sighing from the irritation of my growling stomach, I look around the small Italian restaurant to see if my waitress was on her way with my food. My vision glided over a few of the couples having a romantic lunch until my eyes landed on the restaurant’s reception table. There was my waitress, on the phone to someone and giggling away like a pathetic school girl. I couldn't make out what she was saying over the noise of the multiple chatting people around me but by her body language I could see she wasn't making a business call. 

Irritated, I glanced at my watch. Shoot! It was already 3:27pm. I had another class at four! I would just have to pick up a sandwich or something at the petrol station next door to the studio or something. Hurriedly getting up, I made my way to where my waitress was still giggling on the phone. Not even looking up at me, she took the money I handed her for the coke and slipped it into the till. I seriously felt like reporting her to the manager. But you don't have time for that, my stomach reminded me in a series of dying whale sounds. Yikes I'm starving!

As I exited the restaurant the harsh sunlight hit my eyes, making me immediately squint. After slipping my sunglasses down onto my face I headed down the busy street towards the ballet studio. Yes, I'm a ballerina. Well, maybe not yet but I was going to be, one day. I think. I hope. Anyway where was I? Ahh yes. I had just arrived at the dance school I attended. A cool rush of cold air greeted me as I entered, briefly relieving me from the miserable heat outside. Glancing at the clock in the hall, I quickened my pace, rushing past the many studio doors that led to about 9 or 10 sweaty bodies each. I finally reached the changing rooms where I hastily ripped off my floral, A line dress. I was going to be late.

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"5, 6, 7, 8! Keep up with the music Destiny!"

I felt the perspiration trickle down my spine as I desperately tried to keep in time with the music. 

Echape, close, retire, coupe. 

I mentally went over the routine as I walked (well, more like hobbled from the pain my pointe shoes were inflicting on the raw skin of toes) to the side of the brightly lit studio, after being excused for a water break. I took a few swigs of the luke warm liquid, savoring every mouthful despite the unpleasant temperature. After checking the ribbons on my shoes, my classmates and I were called into the centre for pirouettes.

After class, my teacher, Mrs. Wilson, pulled me aside while the other girls in the class filed out of the classroom, anxious to have a shower and get rid of the perspiration that had gathered on their skin.

“Yes ma’am?” I asked, wondering what she was going to tell me.

“You need to work on your developes, miss Towers,” Mrs. Wilson stated, clearly not happy.

My eyes lowered. I knew that I was struggling in a few areas of the syllabus already, not mention developes too!

“I recommend private weekend lessons,” Mrs. Wilson said, in the same manner as before.

My eyes shot up. “Weekend lessons, ma’am?” I asked in disbelief, “is that really necessary?”

“Well, if you want to get into a company in the UK and excel there then YES, it is necessary,’ she said, stressing the word ‘yes’.

I considered the situation for awhile before coming to a conclusion. “Alright then, when do I start?”

After receiving a timetable for the next four weekends, I picked up my things and left the classroom.

I was looking forward to a party that was to be held at my friend’s house that weekend, but of course I would have to cancle.

I guess three hours of dancing everyday, Monday to Friday wasn’t enough. Well, I was determined to get into a company, and into a company I shall one day be. Now, to break the news to my friends…

A/N

Well, here's the first chapter! I hope it’s alright; I enjoyed writing it. I might do some editing in the future though.

I’m sorry if you didn’t like it or didn’t understand a couple of things, please comment what’s on your mind!

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- DB