Century Beast

Century Beast Chapter Three- Saving The Damsel

Now it was Wednesday. A few days before the important recital. I was exhausted. I have been in the studio 24/7, or it felt that way at least. I was here yesterday from 8 am to 11 pm and the days before that was a little easier but since there was less time I had to work harder.

The boy had to practically drag me into the studio since I was dead on my feet. Flower came over and helped me.

“I need to take her to the bathroom. Something unexpected has happened.” She said. She gripped my waist and took my bag away from him and dragged me to the bathroom. She propped me up on the chair and ran the faucet. She grabbed a towel and ran it under the water. She helped me change into my tights, leotard, tutu and Pointe slippers.

She finally took the towel and dabbed my face, trying to wake me up.

“UGH! This isn’t working.” She tried tapping my cheeks.

“Wake up!” she shouted.

I was still exhausted.

She then took the back of my head and pushed it into the icy water in the sink.

I burst awake and shot up.

“IM AWAKE!”

“Good ‘cause the acceptance board is here, TODAY!” She said. My eyes widened

“Oh no.” I said and we ran out.

Everyone was lined up in front of Mrs. Jane. I got in line with Flower and we waited for Mrs. Jane to start.

“Alright. I know all of you are wondering what is going on. Well I have called two professional dancers, who still actively with each other and will tell each of you what you need to do to perfect you dancing.” Mrs. Jane said, eyeing me.

I saw a tall, lean blonde woman and a strong brunette man come into the studio. Everyone’s head snapped to the door to the young couple.

“Kids, this is-” Mrs. Jane started but the blonde interrupted.

“I am Sarah Springer and this is my partner Daniel Grey.” She introduced, putting a hand on her hip and shifting her weight to her right leg, making her hip pop out. She kept her head up and I saw Daniel roll his eyes.

They came in and we began.

They helped us prefect our dances for the recital, well Daniel did. Sarah only stood in the corner and made snide comments about how we did everything wrong.

But she took more pleasure in insulting my every move, especially the ones Daniel appraised. He wanted to try lifts with me since I was one of the smallest in the class.

He picked me up by my hips and he lifts me over his head as I open my leg into a split in the air with my hand on his shoulder helping to keep balance.

“Point your toes more and close you legs, you whore.” Sarah scolded mumbling that last name calling, but everyone heard her.

Daniel put me down and looked at Sarah, sternly. I could see Mrs. Jane looked angry because of her disrespect. Even though she was always strict, I know she just wanted me to do my best and what she did was for my own good.

We did more work with Daniel after he asked us each to do a 90 second routine and soon we lined up and that told us what we needed to work on. I was exhausted again and ready to go to sleep.

Soon they came to me, well Sarah did.

“Okay so you are doing everything wrong. You can’t dance and you should just quit. You well never succeed in this because you’re a whore, your ugly, and you can’t dance. You will NEVER go to Juilliard, they will NEVER accept you because you don’t have ANY passion what so ever. And you broken little legs don’t help either. Yea I know about you. You’re the girl who was practicing in that studio in New York when that car ran in to the studio. Do you really think they would take you? You’re- just- cheep- trash.” She drawled.