My Ballerina Boy

My Ballerina Boy *prologue*

Billy POV:

I'm Billy Brown, 19 years old, a boy of course...and I'm a ballerina...well, yeah! It's pretty awkward to tell people who I really am...they'll be judging, hating, calling me with different, harsh, inappropriate words, a few of them will accept the real me, and see through my past scars, and respect all what I've been through, to achieve what I'm nowadays...but I don't really care...and guess what? I'm never ever giving up on My Life On Points!

My ballet shoes are my everything...well mom and dad, too! Mom was a ballerina, she was the reason why I started ballet in first place!! I was always impressed with the way she expresses everything in her mind, with just moving on her tiptoes! And that's how she made the famous, businessman, the hard person, the person who was never interested in any pretty woman before...fall madly in love with her...And yeah that person is my dad!

He saw her first ballet performance...she was about 24 years old...and was like 'My eyes were blessed with that woman dancing and jumping on the music notes-here and there I felt my eyes following her wherever she jumped in.' Since then he started sending gifts to her, and a lot of expensive ballet shoes...yeah! Dad was showing that romantic person he is!! And mom got that amazing collection of all expensive ballet shoes!

Although dad didn't like the fact of me a 'boy' doing ballet, saying that I should man up and stuff...but he always loved the way I could stand on my points, and somehow mom made him agree, and I started building my career with just my ballet shoes at the age of 7 ! Too young? Well then you'll be more startled if I tell you I've been meaning to start at 3.

I remember my first ballet shoes...I was about six and they were at least five sizes too big, I couldn't wait to try them on to find out how it feels to have them on my feet. I didn't want them to get damaged, to me they were a beautiful icon, it's a ritual, a preparation for the performance...Some ballet dancers say that the process calms them down, you have to be sure that you can rely on them.

It's the shoe, through which you perform a technique and dance...It has to become a part of your body, as if you grow into them...if you don't prepare your shoes correctly, the consequences can be fatal...My work on the shoes shapes what happens during the performance.

A ballet dancer simply can't have nice feet...Our joints are bigger, we've got bloody blisters all over our feet...They really don't look nice, but there is nothing that can be done about it...I think that dancers in general have a higher pain threshold...We have it set somewhere else than the average person...Because we live with it every single day, if each and every twinge or a blister stopped you, you wouldn't have achieved anything, so many times I cannot wake up and feel like I can't move a muscle because of how strained I am...But I get it's the ambitions and diligence that make me go on...The training is amazing but what really matters is the actual result -The Performance.

When you wake up in the morning and you don't have pain...then you're not a dancer, anymore, you're not a ballerina, anymore...Pain is like my friend already...it's always next to me!

Very few ballet dancers are content with their bodies, because always feel some things can be improved...

If you ask me when did I start to shine, my answer is definitely at the age of 16...Because I met Izaak who is currently my lovely boyfriend...He was the first one to support my dancing after mom and dad of course...Other people were throwing insults on me...I've been called gay (which I actually am) and transgender, Faggot, girly brat...and many many more, they made my school life so hard...There have been many days where I didn't want to go to school...

I've been pushing people away, for fear of getting hurt...I was an introverted guy with OCD disorder, but Izaak was all supportive and sweet to me, he made me open up to the world, and show them all what I've got in my legs and toes!!

It's better where I am, now...and look at all those people who used to emotionally abuse me...who used to bully me and insult me, they actually don't miss a single performance of Billy Brown!

The applause is such indescribable feeling...Not that I do it only for that - but it truly is like a drug...

All of a sudden...
Everything disappears...it's Joy
It's also hate at times...it simply is my
life...my life on points...
And he is simply my love...
He is simply the person who plays violin
Plays love notes for me to dance on
Because I'm actually....His...

BALLERINA BOY

Author note:
 

  So guys I missed uuuu....this is an epilogue of my new story hope you enjoy it...aaand if u really like it leave a comment or vote at least...if you want me to keep on writing it, then leave me a comment or a message why not?!!!

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