Leap Ballerina 2016 Novels & Stories

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."

Gigi gave a small nod, the spitting image of her gentle mother. As I straightened, one of my advanced students tugged my leotard. “There are people here to see you!” I turned in surprise to see none other than Erik Bennett and Liora in the viewing area. Liora had become a prima ballerina at the prestigious Paris Opera Ballet, a household name in the dance world now. Mr. Bennett, my former director, was apparently retiring from the New York Ballet. I approached hesitantly as Mr. Bennett stepped forward, regret etched on his features.

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.