“ELLE! ELLE!” I scream running down the hallway towards her dorm room. “ELLE OPEN THE DOOR I NEED TO TALK TO YOU!” I yell loudly as knock on her door. Her room is at the end of the hallway so no one can hear or see me. I knock on the door for five minutes until I finally give up. She has to come out sometime right? I mean she has to eat. I sit down just to the left of her door and hug my knees. I can’t help but feel sorry for myself. I don’t realize until now what a horrible day I’ve had. To make myself feel better I try to think of Luke. Oh my gosh. The rehearsal! I was supposed to meet Luke right after class, but since I was kicked out, I totally forgot.
I get up quickly and run to the bathroom. Once I get my face washed and my makeup and hair re-done, I text him:
Luke, Sorry I totally spaced the rehearsal. I’ve been having a horrible day and I completely forgot. I’m on my way to the studio.
After taking staircases, elevators, and backways I get there in a record time of 3 minutes. I open the door slowly to find Luke rehearsing with the music. He doesn’t see me so I decide to stay quietly in the corner watching him. He goes into a serious of jumps and lands perfectly every time. He sees me out of the corner of his eyes and blushes. He stops dancing obviously being embarrassed that I saw him. I give him a few small claps while walking over to him. He’s breathing hard and I can see the sweat glistening on his face.
“That was really good! How long have you been practicing for?” I ask while peeling off my legwarmers.
“Not long. Just an hour or so.” He says wiping his face with a towel. “I know who pushed you.” He suddenly blurts out with a look of anger in his eyes. My smile completely drops as I remember what has happened to me today. I feel a few tears shed from my eyes and cover my face with embarrassment.
“It’s okay. You’re fine. You’re with me now.” He says softly while pulling me into a hug. I rest my head on his shoulder and let the tears fall down my face. We stay like this for a long time until he lifts my chin up and softly kisses me on the cheek. I blush a light pink color and look down.
“Let’s practice.” He says wiping away my tears with his thumb.
“Okay.” I say trying to smile. The idea of dancing makes me feel better. When I dance I put all of my emotion into the steps. My old teacher used to say that that’s why I’m so good. I can “make the audience fall in love with in two seconds because of my emotion”. She always appreciated my dancing and here I feel like the teachers don’t care about you as a person. They only care about you as a ballet dancer. They want to make you the best you can be as a dancer then their work is done.
The music starts and Luke does his part in the center. I wait excitedly on the side of the room ready to enter. The story line is just a basic paux de deaux from a love story. It’s a dance to symbolize all of the love that the two people have for each other. Rarely am I dancing by myself in this piece. Luke is always holding me or lifting me up. Personally, these types of dances aren’t my favorite, but we were assigned a classical piece with lots of lifts.
When my que comes I dance my way toward Luke. He holds his arms out and I run towards him. He suddenly swithes my body aroud so that we are in an intricate lift. From there he switches my body just at the sound of cymbals erupts the room. I find myself in a split position over his head. He turns slowly as I move my arms gracefully over my head. He lets me down slowly and grabs my hand to his heart. I can feel it beating a million times a minute. Suddenly I hear giggling outside of the studio. With my hand still on his heart I look towards the window to find Elle and Dylan watching us. Elle waves and Dylan points to my hand on lukes heart. Suddenly Luke burts out laughing.
“Guys. It’s part of the dance!” he squeezes out between fits of laughter. I find my face heating up as I try to giggle with all of them.
“Okay love birds....” Dylan says.
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This chapter took seriously forever to write. On the side is Luke and Kayla.
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Breaking Pointe
RomanceKayla is a 15 year old girl with blonde hair and sparkling hazel eyes. She had everything, good grades, awesome friends, and even a boyfriend, but she threw it all away to become a professional dancer at American Ballet Theatre. Her whole life is no...
