En Pointe
This is a story I've had written for a while. There's ballet vocab in here that might be confusing. I don't dance so sorry if I make mistakes. As always rate/comment.
First position, demi plie hold 1, 2, 3 revele. Third Position, grande plie hold 1,2,3, revele, battement tendu and...arabesque hold 5,4,3...
"Knew you'd be in here Tal. You've got to eat sometime. You nearly missed dinner last night," Tasha shouted, I glared at her.
"Do you mind?" I asked, rising en pointe.
"Yes, I do. You can't starve yourself, besides what happened to that turnout," she dropped a bag of food and set a cup on the ground walking over. "You need to straighted the leg or you'll fall...Nice point though," she said. I growled and came down in one sweeping motion; then tucked a lock of blonde hair behind my ear that managed to escape and walked over to the coffee sitting down and taking a sip.
Tasha walked over and changed the cd from Mozart to some sort of salsa and started to dance. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"Having some fun!" she shouted spinning around in circles.
"Your going to hurt yourself. Now turn off that noise once I'm doing eating, I'm going back to work," I said. She walked over and switched CD's this one had swing on it.
"You're going to kill yourself Tal. They gave us a day off for rest," she said sitting down next to me looking like a little kid instead of the sixteen year old she was. "Let's have some fun," she said taking the coffee from my hands and pulling me up trying to do some sort of dance with me.
"Tasha! Stop it. Just leave I'm going to eat and then start practicing again," I took the CD out and put in one of Tchackovsky. Tash crossed her arms and pouted.
"Dancing is about fun. Your not having fun," she said.
"/Ballet/ is about discipline. If you want to have fun, then enroll in some local dance class. This is the New England Dance Conservatory,"
"So? Why can't I have fun?" she asked. I was face to face with my twin. The both of us were identical; same height, same white blonde hair, same dark green eyes. We were both dancers, ballet dancers. "See you don't hae an answer as usual," she grabbed her CD's from the ground and stormed out.
I sighed and ate the muffin and apple she got me. Then back to to the barre to start where I left off.
"Knew you'd be in here Tal. You've got to eat sometime. You nearly missed dinner last night," Tasha shouted, I glared at her.
"Do you mind?" I asked, rising en pointe.
"Yes, I do. You can't starve yourself, besides what happened to that turnout," she dropped a bag of food and set a cup on the ground walking over. "You need to straighted the leg or you'll fall...Nice point though," she said. I growled and came down in one sweeping motion; then tucked a lock of blonde hair behind my ear that managed to escape and walked over to the coffee sitting down and taking a sip.
Tasha walked over and changed the cd from Mozart to some sort of salsa and started to dance. "What are you doing?" I asked.
"Having some fun!" she shouted spinning around in circles.
"Your going to hurt yourself. Now turn off that noise once I'm doing eating, I'm going back to work," I said. She walked over and switched CD's this one had swing on it.
"You're going to kill yourself Tal. They gave us a day off for rest," she said sitting down next to me looking like a little kid instead of the sixteen year old she was. "Let's have some fun," she said taking the coffee from my hands and pulling me up trying to do some sort of dance with me.
"Tasha! Stop it. Just leave I'm going to eat and then start practicing again," I took the CD out and put in one of Tchackovsky. Tash crossed her arms and pouted.
"Dancing is about fun. Your not having fun," she said.
"/Ballet/ is about discipline. If you want to have fun, then enroll in some local dance class. This is the New England Dance Conservatory,"
"So? Why can't I have fun?" she asked. I was face to face with my twin. The both of us were identical; same height, same white blonde hair, same dark green eyes. We were both dancers, ballet dancers. "See you don't hae an answer as usual," she grabbed her CD's from the ground and stormed out.
I sighed and ate the muffin and apple she got me. Then back to to the barre to start where I left off.
3 Comments
I luv this!!! It's rly good! Plz keep goin!!! :)
You should write more ballet stories! I really liked this one! I agree, Keep Going!
totally like it and you did good with the ballet vocab