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Post by Isabel Blair on Jul 18, 2008 12:06:09 GMT -5
Isabel walked into the ballet studio, the one with the silver "1" on the door, for the first time. So this was it. Where her brother had spent most of his time these past years. The lights were off and the large windows to her left were covered with closed blinds, so even though it was still day time, it was rather dark. She sat her bag down next to the wall, and walked out onto the wooden floor.
She was wearing a black leotard with one inch sleeves, a v-neckline, and a low back. Along with this, she wore pink tights and knee length black leggings. Her point shoes were new so Isabel wanted to break them in before classes started in the next few days.
It was very strange for her to be here, because Isabel felt very nervous about it. She was determined to do well, but afraid that she would fail that task. She was willing to try, but hopelessly scared that she would be asked to leave the school. Isabel knew they wanted to create perfect ballerinas, and if she was here the staff expected her to be one, to become one. Her technique was not perfect, and she knew that. And that was why she was nervous. So Isabel stood, staring at herself in the mirror, trying to get it into her mind that she belonged here. She had made it in here. But could not convince herself that it was true.
How in the world was this going to work out?
Oh, this was stupid! She had to pull herself together! She walked swiftly off of the dance floor, and returned with her pointe shoes on. Isabel left her bag off of the perfectly polished wood floor and on the carpeted part. Going over to the barre and placing her left hand gently on it, she began doing barre excersises, beginning with pliés in first posistion. |
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