Classics For Beginners Novels & Stories

I puffed out a breath and then I lift my left and right hand to grip the barre for support. "Okay..." I breath " Let's do the five basic positions" I whisper to myself. In classical ballet there is really a five basic position, this is the first thing that we need to learn. It was quite simple but really helpful. "First" I utter and stand straight with my heels all together and toes facing out equally to the both opposite sides. It is like doing a pliè but with a little difference.

Charlie smiled and asked her, “How do you feel after finishing the whole master class?” “Great!” Claire could not help but sigh. “The background of the top design schools as well as the thinking of the top design masters are difficult for a small designer like me to learn by myself. It’s just like how those who study classical music would have to go to the top classical music academies such as Curtis and Juilliard to realize how far you are from the top.” With that said, Claire laughed at herself and said seriously, “I actually feel that an elementary school student like me who has come to this kind of top hall is not here to learn something, but it is more like a pilgrimage.”

But I push her out. I think of something that fits this setting. Something classic. Something real. My fingers move— almost automatically—as I begin the haunting, familiar notes of a famous classic everyone should know. The first movement. Soft. Melancholic. Devastating. The first three notes echo like raindrops in the stillness. My heart pounds in my chest. The weight of a hundred eyes press into my back. But then— I find it. That still place. The old rhythm. Like I’ve slipped through time and into something that once loved me, and then I see my students and I’m reminded of the joy I get from playing.

I wasn’t about to give Clara the chance to throw a jab about punctuality. But she was already there. Waiting. Somehow, I doubted it was the thrill of teaching that brought her in so early. Like she promised, we started with the basics. Posture. How to sit properly, legs placed just so. How to keep the head high, the shoulders back, never shrinking. She called it the “confidence class.” And I had to admit, she was good. Really good. But she couldn’t resist the little digs. Tiny barbs slipped between instructions. A shake of her head when I faltered. A muttered “of course” when I asked a question.

Lapping up her blood. I healed the punctures from my fangs. She was still riding the wave of her climax. When I licked her folds. My mouth found her clit once more. Sucking and teasing her clit made her cum again. Looking at her sex, It glistened from her climax. I spread her knees farther apart. I kissed her wet folds, soft kisses down her sex. Licking my lips, I liked her taste, it was turning me on. Her arousal had me drunk. Wanting more; I dipped my head back down between her legs. Running my tongue along her folds, I lapped up her juices. My tongue found her nub. I circled it, sucked on it. Again she bucked her hips. I wanted more.

This was the first time someone was seeing me naked. “Show me.” His fingers run down the outsides of my thighs as I part my legs for him. I’m not shy about my body. But with Mr. DANGEROUS, it’s different. He’s asking for me to show him somewhere that no one has ever seen. And I’m going to.

What if I looked ridiculous the second I moved? --- Clara introduced herself after the main instructor, a woman in her forties with a calm but sharp presence, outlined the program structure. Clara was younger, maybe early thirties, brunette hair in a braid down her back. Not flashy, not intimidating. But her eyes were steady. Patient. The kind that pinned you without words. When the first set of exercises began, I struggled. Muscles lit like fire, hips trembling when I tried to hold alignment, my breath shallow and uneven. I collapsed once into the mat, palms slipping with sweat, cheeks heating. A quick glance sideways... had anyone noticed?

“Will you sit with me?” “Sure.” He enthusiastically grabbed my hand. “What are you gonna play? Are you good?” “I don’t know. It’s been a while.” I let Isaac sit before I did. “Any request?” Isaac started with one finger on the simplify key chords. His teacher taught him classics. Clair De Lune. Playing the piano always took out my raw emotions. Mariana always praised me, even if it wasn’t perfect. Drawing a deep breath, I placed my fingers softly on the keys.

His jaw was set as he furiously scribbled across the page. He looked up, catching me staring. “Sorry,” he muttered. “What you said resonated. I just wanted to jot a few things down.” I smiled. “Good. Thank you. That was the whole idea. I want you all to think about what you believe today and why you believe it. It will help you understand the ancient civilizations that put a great deal of stock into the gods they worshipped. I hope it will give you a better understanding of the ancient Greek culture. For anyone on the path of a history major, this class is a huge foundation for all the things you will learn about later on. Folks that are pursuing a literature degree will also be able to use