The White Swan
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Last published Fri, Feb 11, 2022
20 year old Natalia Lebedeva has worked her entire life to become a ballerina, she graduated top of her class at a prestigious Russian ballet school, Vaganova academy, and currently dances as one of the youngest soloist in history of the Royal Opera House.
After just a year in the 'corps de ballet', the soloist title was granted to her. Not only making her more determined to show that she's got what it takes, but that her mother could be proud of her.
Zachary Williams, or for short Zach, is a classically trained danseur from the UK. After he finished his training at 18 he danced with the Bolshoi for 7 years. But it's time to go back to his home, and the company he believes he was always supposed to dance at, the Royal Opera House.
The world of ballet is though. Underneath pink tutu's there's protruding ribs, the fastest feet carry the most bruises, the 12 hour days accompanied with no lunch. Nastasia has lived it, she knows this world like the back of her hand, she knows how to navigate it. She'll do anything to make it.
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