The theatre is packed with dancers old and new alike. There is a sense of anticipation about the air around. I can feel it in my gut and I can see it as thousands of eyes tear through the tough, confident facade we, ten, put on with our heads held high.
We know that so much depends on this. We depend on this, and we cannot not afford to fail - at least not after years and years of practicing to become apart of the Dance Elites.
The group is what ballet dancers consider to be heaven, and those that are lucky enough to be apart of the Dance Elites, are considered gods and goddess of the dance world.
And why would I not want that when dancing is my religion? I worship at its feet but now, I wanted it to worship me. All the money, all the fame I will get from this, is my driving force, but so is Grandma, whose words are engraved into my mind -
"Ballet? Where will that take you? Where has that ever taken anyone apart from the grave? Do you want to end up like your mother? Dead over what? A man she chose out of desperation for money because of her horrible life choices?"
I will prove her wrong. We will prove her wrong. Mom and I. She is with me now, through the rosary tucked away where no one can see. As it is, jewelry, however religious, is forbidden in ballet. It is almost as forbidden as this thing going on between Salvatore and I.
I seek him out in the crowd, and when I find him, I find that he has found me long since - his eyes guarding my every move. There are so many unspoken things between us, which speak for themselves, but I do not want to listen.
Perhaps, I am too far gone to listen, or perhaps, there is something wrong with me. Why else would I want the very man that destroyed everything I had and loved? It hits me, then. He is all I have to love, now that Bella and Grandma have forsaken me so to say.
Why, why, why did Isabella not run after me? I thought we were best friends. She was supposed to follow me and tell me we would figure it out together like we always do, but all she did was watch. That is all she ever does now that I think about it. Watch like the crowd that watches me step forward when my name is called, "Carina Gonzalez."
Dimitri the instructor goes on, "Seeing as you scored the highest last time, you will be given the privilege of choosing which of the dancers you would like to pair up with for the first dance, then compete with for the second dance."
This is a tough choice. I can pick a weak dancer who will make me lose the first dance and win the second dance, or I can pick a strong dancer who will make me win the first dance but pose as a challenge to me when it comes to winning the second dance. However difficult, I make a decision.
"I choose Natalia." With those words, uncertainty clings to the air, but one thing is for sure, we could either mess this up for each other, or win it for each other - it is our choice and so it begins.
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