Dance on Water

Auditions

Outfit up above (PS: I edited her age to 9 if you missed that)

I hissed in pain as my mother pulled my leg higher. She stood behind me, pulling my front leg higher as I sink lower into my split. Mentally, I am going over everything mom told me to prep me for the audition. I know it is going to start with a skills portion, then interviews with me and my mom, and finally I will perform the solo I learned last night. "With all that I have done for you," mom seethed into my ear, "you will not disappoint me when we go in there, no?" I've always been nervous about dancing with my mom, she was a Prima Ballerina when she was young and even though I'm only nine she expects me to perform like one.

"Yes, madame," I mumble, careful not to upset her in her already agitated state. She gives a pleased nod, and I let out a relieved sigh.

When the limo parks outside the studio, mom drops my leg, and I slowly lower my leg before standing up. My inner thighs are shaky and overstretched, but I stand up and walk outside. After sitting in the dark, the sunny sky is blinding. I blink a few times before seeing Eva already standing in the queue. I make my way over to her, giving her a shaky smile before lying on the concrete and doing sit-ups.

Eva sends me a look, though, she won't tell me to take a break with my mom here. I continued exercising as the line slowly moves to the door, switching between sit-ups, planks, leg lifts, and push-ups. I only stopped shortly to grab a drink of water, but the withering look mother gives me causes me to quickly lay on my back for leg lifts again.

The people at the door are only letting a small group in at a time, so by the time we get to the door, only five other people are there with me. I sign my name and contact information by the number I was handed, 4. The people in charge had asked a few questions to Eva because she isn't related to me, but when mom said Eva acts as a guardian for me when she is gone, they let her into the dance room.

The room was big, with red ballet bars wrapping around the white brick walls. Mom sat on the red bleachers, setting up an area for her and Eva. Eva had me in a corner, away from all the eyes in the room. She could see I was getting stressed and tried to calm me down before the audition. I shakily told her, "I feel dizzy," knowing it was my fault, having had a competition two days ago, then preparing for this audition left me searching for the feeling of emptiness I craved when performing.

Eva coached me through my breathing exercises, helping me calm down before I was called into the room.

In the room, we got started immediately, first going into our splits doing both sides, everyone can go all the way down comfortably. Then we did leaps across the floor, some people were unable to push into their splits in the air. Whilst we were going across the floor we were asked to do front aerials, one person stumbled out of their landings, but the judges just nodded and jotted some things down. Afterward, we spread out and did turns to music, slowly doing more and more turns. Shortly after, we were dismissed from the room. 

Walking over to where mom and Eva were sitting, I explained to them that Abby wasn't in there, and they just jotted notes down on the basic moves we performed. "Well, did you do well," Mom asked nonchalantly, though I knew it was anything but. I nodded, knowing I saw mistakes with the other people I auditioned with.

Even though I will have my solo performance after the interview, I decide to get changed now because the interviews are one at a time, and the group before mine is getting interviewed.

Then I sit in front of Eva and let her do my hair.

By the time Eva's done with my hair. We are all heading into the interview room.

(This all just going to be a bunch of dialogue)

First, can everyone say your name and dance experience:

Marielle: My name is Marielle Colette Roux and I have been dancing since I was one, I have 18 national titles, and performed professionally as Clara with The Paris Opera Ballet School

Khloé: I was a principal ballerina with The Paris Opera Ballet for seven years before retiring.

Eva: I have a master's in dance from Julliard and I teach Marielle dance

Ok Marielle, what do you like to do in your free time

Marielle: I enjoy baking, painting, singing, and playing with dogs

And how well are you under pressure?

Marielle: I perform well under pressure, but I have anxiety and can get attacks

Khloé: but this rarely happens

How well do you handle losses?

Marielle: I-I don't think I have ever lost, but I assume I would handle it well

Khloé, Eva what is your least favorite trait in people

Khloé: Fake People

Eva: Tardiness

Ok I think that is all we need, proceed to the next room

(And it is over finally)

In the next room, I start jumping, trying to warm up again after not dancing in a bit. I didn't notice the other people in the room till the music started, and I realized someone was performing and Abby was judging them. Watching them started making me nervous because they had the perfect technique and a strong piece. 

Eva grabbed my shoulders, snapping me out of my daze before having me practice my extensions, and turns.

"Thank you, Kendall, go sit over there you'll find out if you made it soon," Abby said, dismissing the girl, Kendall, with a wave of her hand. "Next number four, Marielle, come set up your music," I walk towards her with a flash drive holding my music, plugging it in then walking out to pose.

"Good okay sit over there we only have a few more performing than we will tell you the results," Abby dismissed me. Walking over to sit down, my right leg stretched out in front of me as I untie my point shoes, Eva hands me an icy hot. I place it on my ankle to soothe the shooting pain, I have tarsal tunnel syndrome, and sometimes when I dance my nerves get pinched. She also places an ice pack on my head, helping cool down the heat I was feeling.

All too soon, Abby is announcing who will be joining season two of dance moms and I have to stand in line with everyone else who auditioned. The people who judged in the first room eliminated a few people first, then the people who ran the interview, and finally Abby eliminates the last people left, leaving me and Kendall. "Kendall you will be joining the junior elite team next week, and Marielle you will not be joining, but I may call you in if needed," Abby says before dismissing me with her hand.

I slightly nod my head before walking towards mom who is glaring at me.

Sorry if it is bad, I didn't proofread it.