When my stretches were all done, I pushed myself up, centering in the middle of the black, african wood. A pretty expensive wood, that my mother got imported for show and because she liked the color. I glanced to Miss. Camille to see the music she was going to play and it was something along the lines of Beethoven, the classic song Fur Elise.
I got into starting position, placing my feet opposite from each-other, with them equally facing out. As Awaited for the music to began, Ba da da da da da da da dum. The music said, making me raise from my position into a relever(raised position) followed by a small pirouette(spin). I went back into relever(raised) and jumped out with a jeté(jump) on my right landing swiftly on left. A pirouette followed with it.
As the music continues I left myself drift into the beat, becoming one with the sound. Imagining myself as a dove in the wind as I leap through the air. Letting my thin arms dance gracefully along side me.
Dancing came so naturally to me, especially since I've been it doing for so long. I started ballet shortly after learning to walk and ever since then it's been one of my favorite tasks of the day. My treat of freedom, because I feel free when I dance . Away from the eyes of my mother and father, feeling as if I'm the only one in the room. It's so peaceful dancing to myself and sometimes I wish I could always do this. This and this only.
Ring~ Ring~Ring~, the cuckoo clock said sticking out a small, black apple tree. The apples dancing along with the melody and I stopped my dancing to watch, after all the ringing broke my trance so might as well right? Miss. Camille shut off the music because of the clock and walked over to Charles' workstation not saying a word to me.
She usually didn't talk much so I expected her to ignore me but when I looked over at Charles, I was surprised to see him looking at me intensely. It felt like I was the only one in the room with the gaze he gave me. His face seemed to brighten up followed by a blush, plastering his fair complexion. He waved when noticing me and I lightly waved back unsure of what that meant.
It was like I couldn't look away either. Had he been watching me the whole time? Did he see me dancing? Did he like it? And why did I care if he was watching me? Why did Charles start to mean so much to me?
Why did I want him to look at me more and never stop?