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"Any questions you would like to ask me?" As soon as Mr.Conrad said that mostly all the girls' hands shot up and a few boys.
"Yes, girl in the pink flowery dress." he gestured towards me and I blushed. Derek scoffed and glared a...
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I walk into the studio and take a deep breath. Scanning the studio, I see the dance instructor in the front. He gives us a tired look as if just by being there, we've already wasted his time. I roll my eyes. This particular teacher irked my soul. While my other one, Mrs. Wingle, loved me and I adored her, Mr. Daniels thought that he was the only one worthy of being a dancer.
And he treated us with that exact attitude.
"Ladies. Please make sure to show up on time and on time means 15 minutes early, not actually on time." He states while folding his arms. I look over towards Alie, the teacher's pet I would call it. She was always flirting with him and I quite frankly thought that it was inappropriate. I mean he was our teacher for crying out loud.
Plus, I thought that he was ugly.
And too old. Like he-could-be-my-father type of old.
I lean over to lace up my pointe shoes. I hear a snicker from the right.
"Gosh. She's so unprepared. She should be stretching and scuffing her shoes instead. What a waste of the instructors time." I look up to see that two girls were whispering not so discretely about one of the dancers.
Oh wait, that dancer was me.
I hold in the words that would potentially get me kicked out of the studio and simply flash them the brightest smile that I could muster. While some of the girls could be plain bitches, not every dancer was that cold. A lot of the dancers did support one another, but if I was being honest, a lot of the dancers were very two-faced and would do anything to get the leading solo.
And by anything, I do mean anyone as well.
"Get into first position everyone." Instructor Daniels calls out and I finish up with tying my shoes to join everyone else. The dance studio was just newly done and I breathed in the fresh smell of the grey painted walls.
He turns on the music and we go through a basic warm. A 1-2-3, 3-2-1 footwork that everyone could do in their sleep. I often zoned out during this warm up. Next, we go to the floor to do a few stretches. I pull myself into the middle splits and lean over. Glancing to my right I see Elizabeth who is slightly struggling to get her middle splits down.
"It helps not to force the splits. You'll get them down in no time." I state in encouragement. She glances my way and gives me a warm smile followed by a quiet "thanks".
"Alright, ladies. Get into position for the first number. Make sure that you remember to point your foot. Sickled feet is a curse." I stand in my position and one girl to my left scoffs.
