A Ballerinas HeartA Story by ElyseThis is a breif description of how and why I became a ballet dancerIt was in the middle of December, the season of Christmas was in the air. Little Elyse was sitting on the floor in front of the TV watching a movie of the Nutcracker ballet for the first time. As she saw the dancers dance across the screen, she became more and more interested in what this amazing thing called ballet was. She stood up, and started moving her arms and her head like the other dancers. It wasn’t long after; her mom came into the room and found her trying to do what the dancers in the movie were doing. It was then Elyse realized; mom was in the room. Elyse turned around and said “Can I do that?” pointing at the TV. Mom was so excited. She had been trying to get her daughter into something other than just school or church activities. She could finally get out there and make some friends who had something in common with her daughter. After Christmas, Elyse took her first ballet class. This was it. This was what Elyse wanted to do and be for the rest of her life. This is what would change her life for ever. For the next eight years, her life was all about ballet. She was home schooled which came in handy for those long rehearsal days. She never really cared about school; it was all about ballet, being up on the stage under the warm lights, wearing beautiful costumes. But most of all, she loved the feeling of the wind passing her arms, her legs, and her face as she moved around the stage; the jumping and turning, the fancy footwork. Being up on pointe, though at times hurt a lot, she never complained. Though now she’s all grown up; no longer dancing cause her age has finally caught up with her and her body was falling apart, the desire to dance is still as strong as the first day she saw it in that movie one cold December day.
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1 Review Added on February 20, 2008 Last Updated on February 20, 2008 AuthorElyseAboutIn times when there's no one else to talk to, my pen goes to work and I start explaining everything that's on my heart to the paper. Silly I know, but it has gotten me through so much. Unfortunately m.. more..Writing
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