The Black Swan | Reposted

Chapter 2 - Partnerships

I walked through the city and up the steps, dressed and ready for a day at the Company. I still got this giddy, excited feeling. I couldn't help it. It still never wore off, you would think I would have gotten used to it, or dance would have been become boring but... not for me. It was a whole life and passion I built, I don't think I'd live without it. Even though it caused awful pained muscles, tears, and horrific pains that come when trying to create these successful, complex dance steps. It was my whole life of training, and I still battled the pain, but I couldn't ever stop.

I walked through and smiled at friends, many part of the corps de ballet, I knew a great deal of amazing soloist and other principle dancers. It was like a large family, a very intense, very big family. Yes there was always some kind of... rivalry for the best parts, the best pieces, the spotlight but it was healthy. It really had to be healthy for the company to be successful. Yes the hours were long and it was so intense but we had a mutual respect for one another and the talent we all had to offer.

"Li," I called, knowing him from the back of his head.

Liam Payne and I came to this company the same time. We always got paired together, always danced very well together. We knew each other so well; we mirrored each other's actions seamlessly. We had always had chemistry, always had some kind of... relationship? I wouldn't ever date him though; I couldn't ruin this partnership, ever. I needed it for my career and his too.

I think he understood. It was so easy to do a romantic piece with him though. His beautiful brown eyes, big pink lips, his incredibly, perfectly sculpted and muscular body was just... wow. He had such a gentle personality, Liam, it was so calming to be around him. He had the softest demeanor, I mean, he could be funny and loud but he was always very respectful to me.

"Hey Odette," he smiled brightly at me waited for me to catch up. "Do you want to go to the studio and start going over the dance?"

"I do actually, really bad."

"You want this." He smiled.

"So, so much,"

"We'll get it, let's hit it."

This ballet was so stunning to me, truly beautiful. Liam fit it so smoothly; he had the physical fitness for the great amount of lifts, and the strong hands to guide me. He was also a perfectly trained classical dancer with a great deal of romantic edge. It flowed out of him; sometimes he was so smooth it was like he was making music, making every beat with each step.

We started with some of the lifts; our bodies were so close in this piece. He'd dominate me as we arched, balancing on my one foot, he'd lift me by my thighs. He'd touch over my body; it was so romantic and beautiful. Again, the trust that was needed was so massively key. The running, the jumping, and him catching me at the last moment was something that I wouldn't have to second guess. I always knew Liam would catch me; he'd always be there for me.

"That was perfect," he breathed out after we stepped out of our position.

"I want this!" I jumped at him, not shocked that he caught me, it was a reflex.

"I know, I think it would be great. Niall is practicing with Sarah."

"That would be so perfect."

"I really think we could have it. I don't think the other principles are as close as us four our. That is needed for this piece."

"So very true, let's go to the other studio," I looked at the clock. "We have group rehearsal."

He nodded and we started out. We went to the large room; glass all around for the mirror. There was a young man I did not recognize; he had pretty pink lips, a nice jaw line, strong, strong green eyes and messy brown hair. His body was like everyone else's, fit, perfect. Sometimes that bothered me about ballet. It was sometimes hard to feel unique and different. We all needed to hit the mark at the same time; we all had to be fairly slim, strong, and elegant on our feet. We stood out only when we were so technically skilled, it bothered me often.