When Autumn Falls

PROLOGUE

PROLOGUE

Two years ago

I stood between four walls of mirrors. The preparation room. I could hear the classical music playing across the hallways, some walkout of the room cheering while others came out crying.

I took a huge breath as butterflies erupted in my stomach. Stretching my legs on the steel railing in the center of the room I felt so nervous and frightened. Everyone was focused on practicing their routine as I did.

Those who knows that their auditioning for stood out from those who were trying their luck. This has to be my day, I’ve been training for this moment all my life. Juilliard is my only chance for success, as it is my only dream for college.

For as long as I knew, I have sacrificed too many things for this moment. I was thrown out of my house by my family as I gave up my friends and I lost my life by studying and working two part time jobs, earning me no social life just for my highschool diploma.

I lost my family because of my passion and that they have figured a long time ago that I already broke their only rule and it is by not entering or giving interest in the business world. I’m now the opposite of rag to riches.

I looked back at my reflection in the mirror practicing my routine. Few more dancers and I’ll be next. Fixing my hair, I pushed the excess behind my ears. I tied my En Pointe around my ankles and flatten any wrinkles formed on my clothes.

Few minutes later I heard my number was called so I proceed across the hall ways and into the room where the piano stopped playing and a girl ran away from the room crying.

There were only four people inside the room it includes me, the pianist, and the two scary looking judges.

As soon as I faced them I greeted them politely. "Goodmorning, my name is Scarlette Carlyle Baines" I nervously said. I looked anywhere but their eyes. "Well then Ms. Baines start." The strict old man said exasperated by it. I briefly nod at him and gave the music sheet to the pianist.

As soon as he started playing I started dancing to. I tried imitating my moves like I am a professional, a mere perfectionist.

I bow elegantly as music ended.

After my performance I straightened my posture and waited for their judgment.

"It was properly executed." The strict old man said lazily, I grinned at what he just said. "But it lacks emotion. Like I was listening to a monotonous music!" He emphasized.

That moment I started clenching my fists because I was mad like hell to his accusations that were right but because of myself. I wasn’t perfect enough for ballet.

"Do you even know what art without feelings is? Well honestly, you need love!" He ended gesturing the way out. I said my thanks and stormed out of the building with my things.

I cried as I changed into my casual clothes inside the toilet of McDonalds. My parents were right that I am a total failure and I am hopeless. I should have given up sooner before I lost everything.

So I guessed I need some surreys to do. Thankfully my parents accepted me back to their house. I still declined the money they were offering me. And finished my highschool. Still earning for myself.

After weeks of moping I promised myself that I would never try risking everything again because of my dreams and to never cry because of my failure.