Leap Ballerina 2016 Novels & Stories

She couldn’t believe that Seraphina had made such a mistake. She had stayed in the restroom trying to gather her thoughts but by the time she managed to stabilize her emotions and come out, everyone were already dancing. Leonard, her fiancée, who was supposed to be her partner was dancing with Seraphina, whose gown was so beautiful that it outshone every other person at the ball, they were both looking dazzling on the dance floor that everyone made way for them and when they were done dancing, everyone was clapping for them including her.

She wished also that Jilal would find his own too. After a while, the performance ended and everybody exited the dance floor while the red planet's royal and noble visitors eyed someone who walked in the middle of the hall. Leera dipped a curtsy to the king first who straightened up upon seeing her did so. There was no more introduction when Leera proceeded into lifting her hands up before she snapped them closed, with some fairy dust escaping her palms. Then suddenly drum beats had resounded the wholeness of the place before it went dead with a flute sound. Then Leera had let another drum beats in fast motion to follow before the instrumental halted.

“Apparently, her original dance was plagiarised by a popular ballerina who has been making waves with it without acknowledging her.” “Who is the ballerina?” “It’s someone closer to your family.” She paused. “Charlotte Davenport.” “Aurelia!” Zoey barged into the office. A large bouquet of flowers in her hands. “You have a delivery.”

Fair competition for the lead role is the best option to avoid bias judgment. I seriously look at myself and I grab the barre extending my legs to my back when the door opens again revealing Boise and Gordon. "They are now calling the ballerinas" Gordon stated. I nod my head and I remove my wedding ring and handed it to Gordon "Keep it for me. I can't wear it during the performance. You know the rules" I said and walk out of the room. I felt them follow me from behind until I saw Miss Gisella clapping her hands. Beside her is Aliah who's stretching her legs and Jameson together with the other ballerinas.

Maya Cyrus counted the tickets for the second time before putting them into their envelopes. There were five tickets in total and she intended on giving them to her parents, siblings and Wanda at dinner later that day. The tickets were for a production by the American Ballet Theatre where she was a ballerina. Maya's interest in ballet was noticed first by her mother when she was six, and she joined an academy when she was seven. Maya served as an apprentice and joined some of the Ballet Theatre's production as a corps de ballet dancer but when she turned sixteen, she joined the theatre officially.

“I would like us to formally vote today on the matter of who will take the lead role—the prima ballerina—in our upcoming charity ballet showcase. As you all know, it’s less than two months away, and preparations need to solidify as soon as possible.” I turned to face the room more directly. “I propose—formally—that Daisy Harte reprises her acclaimed role as the prima ballerina. Her presence will not only honor tradition, but ensure media buzz, strong ticket sales, and positive publicity.” Daphne's head snapped up. Her lips parted in protest, but I cut her off with a perfectly timed raise of my hand. “You’ll have your turn to speak, Daisy,” I said coolly. She inhaled sharply but remained sile

PYRAMID HIGH SCHOOL BALLERINAS AWARD DAY YEAR 1988 The grand hall is filled to brim as guests from several places took thier seats while cheering for the ballerinas coming to the stage one by one and taking a bow. Catherine Morgan and Linda Osborne danced in duo to the stage and bowed to the guests before dancing back to the changing room with elegance. Catherine was adjusting her attire in the dressing room when Linda catwalked into the room with elegance and stood beside Catherine while admiring herself in the mirror.

I looked at Eric seated beside me and he smiled at me. "Next, we welcome a woman of strength and precision," the announcer's voice echoed through the hall. "A tennis prodigy whose power on the court is matched only by her heart off it—”Elena Hayes”. Applause burst out. I smiled, feeling the warmth of it wash over me as I walked toward the stage, my satin navy-blue dress flowing with each step. Cameras flashed, capturing the moment I shook the host’s hand and accepted the golden award. “And joining her,” the announcer continued, “a vision of grace and resilience—whose ballet performances have moved audiences around the world—”Linda Yates”.

Before I could say anything, a tall, graceful woman in black leotard over a pair of black leggings, walked in from the back of the ballroom. “This is Eleanor,” Calix said. “She’s a professional choreographer. She’ll be teaching us the contemporary waltz we’ll be performing at the reception.” Eleanor gave a poised nod. “Pleasure.” Oh no. I wasn’t built for this. I mean, I could sway to Beyoncé at a club and hold my own, but this? Formal dancing? I wasn’t so sure. My palms were already sweating. “I should warn you,” I said. “I have the coordination of a newborn giraffe.”