Thursday, February 21, 2008

The Perfect Dancer

Her passion has always been ballet. Since she was a little girl she attended her ballet classes. Her classes started out being once a week and as she got older she started dancing even more and taking ballet even more serious. She started dancing two times a week for two hours than three times a week for two hours and as she got older her ballet time kept increasing and became a very hard schedule. She didn’t care, because she loved it. She got to perform in The Nutcracker and in many showcases. It felt great for her to be able to be part of such a show that everyone knows about. She performed in The Nutcracker three years in a row. Not just any dancer could perform, there were tryouts, and the tryouts were hard. She was a dancer of a very strict school, where not everyone had a chance to show what they have.
As years passed by and she started getting older her ballet friends were decreasing. She started out with many friends and she loved them and had so much fun with them, but as they all got older many started getting kicked out of the school because they were to fat, they were not good dancers, or they just didn’t have good enough feet. The competition was getting bigger and harder. She felt alone and in this on her own. She was always trying her hardest and making it, but when she realized that she was at the point that all of her outside friends were starting to have social lives and she was not, she started to feel bad. She wanted to go out and have fun, everyone was starting to do it, but she just did not have anytime. This was only her issue for a little while, because then she realized that she had a gift that many dreamed to have. She was a great ballet dancer with a future. She could not give up on what she had.
Her mother got mad at her every time she would mention quitting. She really did love it. Though, she did come to a point that she was getting tired of it. She wanted to take a “break”. She wanted to see what she was missing out on, and just relax. The ballet school was getting very tough on her. She felt like a slave like she didn’t have any time to do anything. She had basically forgotten what her hair looked like when it was clean, wavy, and shiny because she always had it in a tight bun with a lot of hairspray. She wanted to be able to wear all the beautiful clothes she had in her closet, but she couldn’t because her time consist of wearing her uniform half during the day, and the rest of the afternoon her leotard and tights, and at night her pajamas. She wanted to be comfortable wearing any type of shoe when she was not dancing, but she couldn’t because her feet were always aching because of her point shoes. It was hard for her. She felt like an Aileen, like a stranger who dint know anything. She felt like she was missing out on life.
She was already teenager, and she was ready to live. One day she told her mother and her brother that she was going to quit for just a little bit. Her brother got very upset at her and at her mother for actually letting her make that decision. Her mother only let her because she knew that she could not make her daughter dance and obligate her to keep going when she was tired. Her brother told her mother that’s he was making a huge mistake and that all girls wanted to be dancers and wished they could be just as lucky to have the feet his sister has.
She quit, she stopped dancing and started going out, having fun, and just even relaxing. After a year of this she loved the life of not doing anything. She started gaining weight, becoming careless, and she just basically forgot that’s he was a dancer.
When she started seeing anything that had to do with ballet she did feel bad. After two years of not doing anything, she missed her perfect ballet life. She realized she made a huge mistake, she realized she was not missing out on anything. That her friends had boring lives, they only went out but either way every weekend was exactly the same. She wanted to go back to ballet so badly. So she did.
Her first day of ballet again was very hard for her. She felt out of shape and got tired very easily. She was not as flexible as she was before, and she was not as skinny. She decided to change, to try very hard, to lose weight, and to just be that ballerina that she used to be. She did this after a year of trying hard, hours of practice; she became the perfect dancer that she was. She had that skill in her. She was a ballet dancer.

1 comment:

J. Tangen said...

This new stint of fiction is interesting, although I liked your non-fiction writing as well.

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You need to do 500 words a day.