Post by JENNIFER MARIE CALLAWAY on Oct 20, 2012 19:53:10 GMT -5
It had been a long time since Jen dabbled in the arts. When she was little her parents had put her in ballet classes, but when she got into middle school she quit because kids kept calling her a goodie goodie. Ballet and good grades was something that the students at her school saw to be pure, angelic, etc. She gained a reputation of being a little girl in a woman’s body. It really bothered her, but she wouldn’t let her parents get involved, so she quit ballet even though she loved it and she started to run track instead. Since coming to Wentworth Academy Jen had practiced her ballet in secret. It was something that she didn’t want to lose and she was actually very good at it. She was just afraid that if people found out that she danced the bullying would start up again.
Carefully looking around the auditorium, Jen decided that no one was around and made her way into one of the practice rooms. Carefully she shut the door, but didn’t latch it. Placing her bag down in the corner, Jen quickly pulled off her t-shirt to reveal the top of a light green camisole leotard. Slipping her pants off, her white tights and the bottom of her leotard were now within sight. Rummaging through her bag, Jen took out a sheer light green wrap skirt that she stepped into and pulled up to rest around her waist. Looking through her bag again, she found her white pointe shoes and smiled as she unraveled the ribbons.
Plopping down on the wooden floor of the practice room, Jen set one of the shoes down and placed the other on her foot. Carefully she adjusted it and then started to tie it securely to her ankle. She repeated the process with her other shoe. Pushing off the ground, Jen made her way to one of the barres on the wall and started to warm up. Quickly she ran through first, second, third, fourth, and fifth position and she could feel her muscles warming up and preparing for the activity she was about to partake in. Smiling to herself, Jen grabbed the remote for the stereo and switched it on causing smooth music to flow from the speakers. She set the remote down by her bag and then going to the center of the room she gradually rose onto her toes so that she was en pointe.
Though dancing en pointe made her feet sore and made running more difficult, Jen loved it. She felt like she could fly. The way that she could spin and leap while still landing lightly was something that had made her fall in love with the dance form. When she danced it felt like she was invincible and like nothing bad could happen, but she knew that thought of what if was still lingering in the back of her mind. Sometimes it just felt like it would be easier if people knew and her dancing wasn’t some big secret.
Carefully looking around the auditorium, Jen decided that no one was around and made her way into one of the practice rooms. Carefully she shut the door, but didn’t latch it. Placing her bag down in the corner, Jen quickly pulled off her t-shirt to reveal the top of a light green camisole leotard. Slipping her pants off, her white tights and the bottom of her leotard were now within sight. Rummaging through her bag, Jen took out a sheer light green wrap skirt that she stepped into and pulled up to rest around her waist. Looking through her bag again, she found her white pointe shoes and smiled as she unraveled the ribbons.
Plopping down on the wooden floor of the practice room, Jen set one of the shoes down and placed the other on her foot. Carefully she adjusted it and then started to tie it securely to her ankle. She repeated the process with her other shoe. Pushing off the ground, Jen made her way to one of the barres on the wall and started to warm up. Quickly she ran through first, second, third, fourth, and fifth position and she could feel her muscles warming up and preparing for the activity she was about to partake in. Smiling to herself, Jen grabbed the remote for the stereo and switched it on causing smooth music to flow from the speakers. She set the remote down by her bag and then going to the center of the room she gradually rose onto her toes so that she was en pointe.
Though dancing en pointe made her feet sore and made running more difficult, Jen loved it. She felt like she could fly. The way that she could spin and leap while still landing lightly was something that had made her fall in love with the dance form. When she danced it felt like she was invincible and like nothing bad could happen, but she knew that thought of what if was still lingering in the back of her mind. Sometimes it just felt like it would be easier if people knew and her dancing wasn’t some big secret.