Memoirs of a Fallen Angel

This was a punishment. But a punishment for what? Too much control, too much harm done to your body, too much practicing, too much trying… and you’re never perfect. You have to work and work and work for hours, and you’re still not good. At least good enough. It’s never enough. You’re no one, unless you’re perfect. You’re just another dancer. And no dancer wants to be ‘just another dancer’. No dancer works for hours, just to be another dancer. They all want to be perfect. Being perfect for two hours, on stage, is their way of becoming infinite. This was what the punishment was for. Trying to reach perfection when you’re actually no one. But sometimes, the worst thing can bring you happiness. You can ease yourself in your punishment. Maybe, your punishment is not a punishment after all. It’s just a signal that you’re looking the wrong way to reach perfection. Maybe, all you have to do is let go. You can still do what you have passion for, and do it freely. Without such control. Maybe that’s how you become perfect. Maybe that’s how you seem perfect in others eyes. All you need is something, someone –which some people prefer to call it ‘punishment’- that is going to show you the way around; take you to perfection. Poppy Catherine York is a 24-years-old ballet dancer and all she wanted her whole life was to become a principal dancer. She worked very hard all her life, and ballet is her biggest passion. But two months to the auditions, an injury and a saviour changed her life. He showed her that she wasn't a pathetic person, that she was a fallen angel, and she could fly again -without falling this time.