Marinette's P.O.V
BEEP. BEEP. BEeP.
I groaned turning over on my side. My alarm clocked screamed at me as I pressed a pillow against my face, trying to drown out the sound.
"Just five more minutes," I said to no one in particular, as I lazily started banging my hand around on my desk searching desperately for the snooze button.
I sighed, as I heard the click, and fell peacefully, back into a state of calm. My mind started to wander as I laid in my bed, not quite asleep, but not fully awake either.
I started going through everything I had to do today,"Help Ma, out with the shop, maybe finish that design I'm working on" I muttered aloud, sleepily "Oh yeah, and dance practice" I said closing my eyes once more and barley shaking my head
Oh shit.
"Dance practice!" I shouted as I was now fully awake, on my feet, and leaping towards my closet to throw on a pair of dance clothes.
I quickly threw on a clean plain black leotard, some pink tights, and a dance cover up overtop of it. I shoved my red converse onto my feet, faster than what was probably good for them, threw my pointe shoes into my dance bag, ran downstairs, grabbed the toast my mom had left for me on the counter, and speed out the door.
I ran all the way to the little dance studio on the corner, 'Le Petit Papillon', or 'The Little Butterfly'. It was one of a chain of studios, all owned by the designer legend, Gabriel Agrest. His wife was rumored to be a ballerina and owning her own studio was her dream, so he had made that happen.
I ran into the studio and waved at Natalie, the desk manager as she yelled at me "You're late. Studio B" I thanked her and ran to studio B, to meet the rest of the advanced class.
I ran into the locker room to slip on my pointe shoes, and take off my warm-ups. There I saw Alya, ever so patiently waiting for me.
"Where have you been?!" She said as she saw me run through the doors, and over to my locker. Of course, Alya waited for me, she was too good of a friend not to.
"I overslept" I mumbled while tying the laces around my ankles on my left foot
"Of course" She laughed "Come on girl, we're ten minutes late already, Madam Bustier is going to have our heads"
"You shouldn't have waited" I argued standing up and shoving my bag, and warm-ups, into my locker
"Please" She snorted "You know me too well to know that I'll always wait for you"
"And that," I said slamming my locker closed "Is why you're my best friend" I smiled at her
"Right you are" She smiled back "Now come on, we're already going to be in enough trouble" She chuckled
"Don't remind me" I grumbled as we pushed through the doors and into studio B
"Marinette, Alya, front and center" Madam Bustier bellowed across the now silent, studio
Me and Alya, slowly walked into the middle of the room, waiting to be told what our punishment would be.
"Since you ladies have decided that whatever you had to do was more important than dance class, you get to be the first to execute the new combo" She smirked upon seeing the fear in my eyes. Couldn't I just do a couple Calisthenics?!
"I'm positive you both know the 'Rond de Jambe a Terre' combination, oui?" She said proudly
I did know it, but I couldn't execute it quite as well as other students could, like say, Adrien. Ahh. Adrien. Now he was H, to the O, to the, TT, HOTT. He also just happened to be Gabriel Agrest's son, so he was the most advanced student in the studio.
"Across the floor" She yelled, interrupting my train of thought
Me and Alya took our positions in the corner, ready to do the combo, and embarrass ourselves in front of the entire class.
Madam Bustier leaned down and turned on the music and we went in sync, on our cue.
Inside Leg Devant. Developp'e Devant, arm to 5th. Lower to Point Tendu Devant, arm to 2nd. Lift leg front Releve, arms to 5th. Close 5th position pile'.
I executed the moves the best I could manage, but like Madam Bustier had said, we had only ever practiced this once before, and that was just learning the combo.
"Acceptable" Madam said as me and Alya finished with as much grace as we could muster "Go warm up on the bar" She grumbled
Me and Alya nodded and headed to the bar, well aware of all the eyes on us. I flushed bright red, and not because I was working out, but because at the bar stood Adrien Agrest, who, oh so gracefully, stretched as we waited for class to begin, and for Madam to stop taking pills for, a quite obvious hangover.
"Alya" I whispered, tugging on the sleeve of her warm-ups, she had yet to take off
She looked up to where I was motioning to and smirked: "Hey Adrien!" She said waving to him, as we made our way to the bar
"Oh," He said looking up with a smile on his face "Hey Alya, Marinette"
He smiled once more, then went back to stretching. I just waved like an idiot. I cursed myself when I looked away. Why couldn't I just act normal around him? Oh yeah. Because you're pretty sure he's your one true love and you're crazy for thinking that. Yup. Sounds familiar.
I placed my left hand on the bar and begun stretching. "Why can't I just talk to him?" I whispered to Alya
"Girl, I've been wondering that for months" She laughed, making me laugh along with her
We finished the class, and all headed back to the locker rooms. I was walking in with Alya when I realized I left my earrings on top of the speaker in studio B since it was a well-known rule, no jewelry when dancing. For safety reasons.
"Hey" I tugged on Alya's arm as she put her street shoes back on "I'll meet you outside, I left my earrings in the studio"
"Okay," She said slinging her bag over her shoulder and standing up "Don't be too long"
I nodded then ran back into the studio to grab my earrings. I carefully slid them back into my ears and ran back to the locker room to get together my things and meet Alya outside. When I opened my locker a letter fell out.
Curious, I carefully picked it up and unfolded it.
The letter stated:
Marinette,
Your grace in ballet is undeniable, but I can tell your hearts just not in it. I would love to meet you in person, you just have to be willing to trust me. Have you ever heard of the club Miraculous? I think you might have a future here with us. Come tonight at 10 pm. If I see you there, you are welcome to stick around, but if not, I will consider my offer rejected. By the way, make sure to conceal your identity. See you soon!
-Tikki
Tikki? Who the hell is Tikki?
I thought about the letter. I don't know who this Tikki person was but they were right. I was bored with ballet. I had been for a while now. But I still love dance. And Miraculous? I thought that was just a legend. Like Bigfoot or something. It's a supposedly famous dance club, where dancers all alike can practice, show off, and just have fun in the dance community with each other, where no one is put down.
But it's invite only.
And I just happened to have an invite.
Tikki, I'm trusting you. Please, please, please, don't let this person be some random serial killer.
. . .
Okay. Lemme explain. So the whole chapter was set up like very dry and bland because I want it to showcase that, that is how Marinette is feeling right now. Like ballet is just boring to her now so she's willing to try anything to spice up her life. It gets a lot more interesting and fun in the next chapter, trust me.
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