As the music blared out into the hall, I pointed my toes in time and pirouetted. My feet ached because we were training so hard for the competition, but in spite of this, I seemed to be doing well.
"Fabulous Pirouette Izabella!" cheered my dance teacher, Madame Laurent. I smiled greatfully. I carried on, feeling graceful and gentle. You had to dance softly or you might be referred to as "Le éléphant". I thought of how proud my mother will be at the competition. I had been dancing since ballet since I was 5 and did various plays like the Nutcracker and Le Sacre du Printemps. This year we would be doing swan lake. As a turned by the window, I noticed a young man, about my age, just outside an open garage. I peered in and saw what looked like his band mates, practising. I looked back at the man, shocked to see him directly making eye contact with me.
"Oh look! it's him again!"
"He's so gorgeous!"
"He's looking at Izabella, look!"
I stared long and deep into his intense brown eyes. He had beautifully tanned skin, wonderfully contrasting with his crisp white T-shirt. Everyone crowded round and stopped dancing, much to Madame Laurents Dismay. I wish I could have stared at him forever, but she silently closed the blinds and continued teaching. And for once, I didn't care about dance, I just had to meat this stranger!
