Barred by Ballet

Chapter 2: Second Position

(Loud rings echoed through the room)

"Ugh!"

I lazily rolled across the bed and rummaged on the bedside table for my iphone. I sluggishly tapped the screen in hopes of shutting the alarm off. "Aahh!" I groaned as the bright screen of my phone shone into my half-open eyes. Suddenly I realised that it was 6:00 am on a Sunday morning and that annoying ringing sound that kept echoing was actually the land line. I shot out of bed and marched over to the wireless phone in my bedroom.

"Hello good morning, Slovaki's residence, Mia speaking." I spoke with a drowsy tone of voice.

"Oh! Hi! Mia, I was expecting Mrs. Slovaki. Is this a bad time?" Dylan questioned.

I was having a mental breakdown! I swear I couldn't move my lips. They were glued shut. I wanted to say that she and my father went out for their morning stroll but the only sounds Dylan heard were mumbles.

"Hellooo?" He said stressing on the "lo".

I managed to swallow some of my nervousness and responded.

"Uh yeah! They went walking. Mom and dad." I said.

"Oh well, do you mind if I give you the message and then you can tell your mom when she gets back?" Dylan inquired.

"Yeah no prob..."

"Okay. Well tell her that I'd have the full dance fees for her by the end of this month and that I won't be able to purchase Keiri's dance outfit this semester."

"Okay, full dance fees, no outfit - got it!" I reiterated.

"You know it was nice chatting with you. Even though it was a short conversation."

"Thanks..." I said shyly while twirling the ends of my hair.

"You have a nice phone voice." Dylan complimented.

I chuckled.

"Hey! My band is having a new gig at West Shore night club. It's pretty close to your area. It's going to be this Friday night, at 8 pm. If you want you can come and hear my band play."

Is he asking me out? A guy? An actual cool, cute, most adorable-looking, guy wants to take me - Mia the miserable ballerina out on a date? I'm stunned.

"Should I take silence as a yes?"

I took a deep breath in and held it for about five seconds and then exhaled. Yes! Yes! Yes! I want to go. I chanted to myself.

"Well then, I'll see you at 7:00 pm sharp. Later Mia!"

OMG! It's like he's a mind reader and a cool band-playing-dude. Although I haven't actually heard him play as yet, I bet he's really good anyway.

"Bye..." I said shyly.

Yes! I was jumping up and down, bouncing on the bed, jumping from bean bag to bean bag. I'm ecstatic. I need to update my blog. This is such a momentous occasion.

I excitedly turned on my PC and swiveled around in my seat waiting for the computer to boot up. What should I title the blog? "First Date?", "Band Night Out?", "Evening Affair?" I pondered on the many possibilities. I logged onto my account and started typing rapidly with excitement.

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FRIDAY NIGHT!!

What should I wear? What do I say? I'd never been asked out before.

I had the most sensational conversation (which was really short) with the most adorable, gray-eyed guy I've ever met. His voice, OMG his voice alone just sends shivers down my spine. He invited me to his gig on Friday night. I'm not sure what I should wear. Should I do the rock star type hair do with the black colour and spikes look? - Although, he doesn't strike me as the rock type. Or should I do the pop star trendy clothes look? Let me know what you think guys. Post your comments below, pictures are optional. Kisses!! xoxo.

- From Mia Mischiva

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As I hit the 'publish' button on my blog page, I peeked out the window to see if my parents had arrived. They were rounding the corner slowly while holding hands strolling towards the gated entrance. I pulled down my blinds and dashed downstairs to feed the animals. And by animals I meant pets. You see, my father has this strange wildlife hobby where he likes to take care of endangered and wild animals. What really beats me besides his choice of hobby - which has no connection with his tranquil personality and lucrative career - is the hectic routine of taking care of these things.

First of all I don't know why I have to feed them when it's not even my hobby and second, who has killer stingrays as a pet? It's ridiculous. I think my dad's goal is to be in the Guinness book of world records for having the largest personal underground zoo of wild and endangered animals. (But quite frankly, I think he'll just end up in the Crazy Dads' book of world records for having insane hobbies.) But, yeah we have an underground zoo - Literally. Currently there is only an aquarium with freaky looking fishes, and aquatic snakes.

Mom on the other hand hates that place so she built a mini bird sanctuary. She has parrots, ravens, love birds - her favourite, humming birds, and owls. It's like they both have their own little personal retreat for when they get mad at each other.

I ran back upstairs to take a shower because I smelt like a fish pond. As I entered the bedroom I saw an IM notification on Skype from my sister. She never messages me unless she wants to flaunt her awards or she wants to gloat about all her dorm life problems - as if I cared.

MarielleDancerGirl: Hey sis, what's dancing through your life?

What in Dickens's name is Marielle Slovaki talking about? Does she really think I'm falling for her 'nice side' - pfft and she's trying to be funny? Well that's certainly not working for her!

MiaMischiva003: I'm fine. What do you want?

MarielleDancerGirl: Well can't I just check up on my lil sis once in awhile without wanting something?

MiaMischiva003: You and I both know fairly well that's not possible.

MarielleDancerGirl: Lol! Well you caught me.

MiaMischiva003: Okay!! So what is it?

MarielleDancerGirl: Mom and Dad told me not to tell you but when I heard the news I was sooo excited! I just can't wait for you to find out what it is! You are going to luv it. I'm sorry I've gotta run because I booked the studio for hip hop class. xoxo. Ciao.

"Ugh!" I hate it when she does that to me. Usually I'd spam her inbox with IMs until she tells me what she's hiding but I could care less because now my room smells like a freaking aquarium.