Leap Ballerina 2016 Novels & Stories

He raised his wristwatch, by looking at that watch it looks expensive,and showed me "morning? You haven't cook breakfast, have you?. He asked. "No, I just got up so I..." He cuts in. "Do you have a dress to wear after taking a bath" he asked again. I just realised it too, how can I take a bath without having a cloth to wear. I shook my head and replied "No". He left me standing and went to his room. I was confused for sometime but later entered my room. As I slip off the towel from my body slowly, a loud bang fling open the door.

She's so weird" beauty commented. She was the best dancer and indeed a beauty queen that's why she had the name"beauty" she crossed her legs and made sure to stand on her toes just as instructed. "I hope this would be a fair judgement" Lilian added. She was behind beauty and part of her team. Anastasia kept falling when trying to stand on her feet. It has been a month now since after the announcement of who the lucky ballet dancer would be, to perform live with a superstar. No one wanted to miss this chance it would be a christmas ball to remember and everyone needed to put in their best to be selected.

Jessica and Sienna had also joined them. Before long, Stanley and Nathan walked in as well. Nathan moved over to Wendy's side. "Wendy, what are you two talking about?" Sienna sneered, "Wendy was just picking out a bikini to show off her body in front of all the men." Wendy stayed silent. Cecelia opened her mouth to speak, but Wendy held up a hand, stopping her. Sienna wasn't done. "Jessica is the lead ballerina—her body is top-notch. Some people might try to imitate her style, but no matter how hard they try, it's just laughable."

With expert balance, she leans into a stunning pose, one leg sticking straight up in the air as the music stills. The crowd roars, Sofia shooting to her feet, clapping when the curtains swing shut in front of the performers. The applause seems to go on and on and on as the curtains open again, revealing dozens of ballerinas. With interlocked arms, they all bow in unison, prompting Sofia to holler over the railing. Containing my laughter, I whirl around in my seat to find Lauren the complete opposite. With one leg crossed over the other, she rests an elbow on the railing, burying her head into her phone.

Rehearsal hall buzzed under brightened flourescent glare, the troupe stretching in leotards that clung like second skin. Lexi marked her steps at the barre, hips swaying to the phantom beat, sweat beading down her cleavage. Her star status climbed—Carlos's favoritism evident in prime spots—but whispers from the other girls stung: Daddy's pet. She ignored them at best, focusing on the mirror's reflection, her lithe form echoing Elena's grace. Determination fueled her; she'd dance her way to answers, or fuck them out.

The beach had flower-shaped lamps, designed especially for tourists. As people walked past, the lamps would light up and blossom, and soft music would play. Jasmine looked up in surprise at the blooming lights, twirling gently in their glow. She once had been the lead ballerina of the San Francisco Ballet and their prima white swan. But during her time in prison, her backbone was shattered, forcing her to swallow the bitter truth. Lifting her hand lightly, Jasmine attempted a ballet position. Her body was rigid, and she lowered her hand, feeling a sense of loss.