Dancer Girl
First Day
Class was....challenging. Even the plies were difficult. I kept up, though. I guess I wasn't really surprised it was hard. It was a college ballet class. If I was meant to be in a college ballet group I would have been in it.
No, the thing that surprised me was after class. Ms. Wingert dismissed the class, and as I was gathering my stuff, she called to me.
"How was your first class?" She asked.
"Fun. Hard. I like it that way though."
She smiled warmly at me. "You're a wonderful dancer."
"Thanks." I grinned.
"How long are you staying?"
"One week."
"Perfect. This school is having a recital in a week, and I want you to be in a piece."
"Me?" I didn't believe it.
"Yes, you." She smiled again.
"Oh my goodness. Yes! Thank you!"
"I'll see you for rehearsal in another hour," She told me, then left.
I pulled out my phone to tell my mother the good news.
No, the thing that surprised me was after class. Ms. Wingert dismissed the class, and as I was gathering my stuff, she called to me.
"How was your first class?" She asked.
"Fun. Hard. I like it that way though."
She smiled warmly at me. "You're a wonderful dancer."
"Thanks." I grinned.
"How long are you staying?"
"One week."
"Perfect. This school is having a recital in a week, and I want you to be in a piece."
"Me?" I didn't believe it.
"Yes, you." She smiled again.
"Oh my goodness. Yes! Thank you!"
"I'll see you for rehearsal in another hour," She told me, then left.
I pulled out my phone to tell my mother the good news.
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Okay, so I'm kinda sick of the authors I read never updating, so I've decided for this story, that I think is crap anyway for the record -Glares pointedly at friends- I will update when my story is updated. If you want me to update, go bug polkadotgiraffe15 and tell her to update her stories. Kay?