Tombe pada buret I thought.
Glissade
Grande Jete
In the air I was in the over splits. The stage lights making my tutu glimmer. Making me shine.
Then time seemed to go in slow motion. I landed and my shoes slipped.
Then I heard a crack. I heard my ankle crack. I knew it was over.
I would never dance again.
Hey guys! This is my second story and I'm pretty excited. This is only the preface, so your going to hear about the events that lead up to this in the next chapters.
I would like to thank my best friend, Porgie (stage name) for always supporting my crazy and usually awful ideas. I would also like to thank my ballet teacher, Soli, for pushing me to try my hardest. Another big thanks to my contemporary teacher, Steph, for really getting me into dancing. Also, thanks to my mom and dad for paying for all of these dance classes.
Please comment any ideas or suggestions. I will try to post the first chapter in the next week. Go check out my other story, True Story, and go check out Drowning in Secrets: a 1D fanfic done by Girligirl4.
With cheese,
kittypryde10
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Pink Shoes
Teen FictionMia Bernstein is an up and coming dancer. Her parents finally let her audition for a prestigious dance school in London and she is thrilled. But when Mia arrives at DAL, or Dance Academy of London, she realizes she might not be as good of a dancer a...