Well, this is just about the last chapter. I've totally loved writing this
fic, cause I was inspired by the movie 'Save the last Dance' and cause I
adore ballet myself. I've really enjoyed hearing from all my reviewers, and
though I can't promise I'll write something more about a topic that you
like, I'll still be grateful if you stay to the end of this story and see
how it all turns out. I didn't actually mean to make it so short, but this
just seems like the right place to end it, once and for all.
Sara looked over rather tiredly at the door which had just opened,
but smiled gratefully when she saw who had come.
'Derek!' she exclaimed happily. She was resting, and looked
beautifully calm, as if all the fear had gone out of her and she had given
her heavy burden to fate.
Derek's eyes burned at the injustice of seeing her, who had suffered
so much, tortured even more. She was evidently worn out, but still
expressed gratitude and rapture for him. He walked gently over to her and
sat down on the bed, taking her slim, pale hand in his.
'So tell me,' he urged her softly. 'What did you decide?'
Sara's eyes seemed to see right through him for a second, then
focused back on his face. They were lit up by some magical secret only she
'I'll do the operation,' she said simply. 'It wouldn't be right to
shrink from what could open up the door that has been slammed in my face.'
'And what if it doesn't work?' Derek asked anxiously. His eyes probed
into hers, and he found fear in them- but only a little. Her serenity more
than made up for it. 'Wouldn't you just be getting your hopes up too
At that, the fear took over. 'Aren't you behind me?' she demanded,
Instead of answering, he leaned down and kissed her lips so lightly
that he hardly so much as brushed them, but the love that blossomed up
inside her banished her fears immediately.
'When will they operate on you?' Derek changed the subject.
'This afternoon. It will take a few hours, but I should know by
evening.' Seeing the worried look in his eyes, Sara told him confidently:
'Don't worry, I'll phone you the second I get hold of the news.'
He shook his head. 'Chenille and I will be waiting outside.'
Sara gasped. 'During the whole of the operation?'
Derek looked slightly bewildered. 'Of course,' he answered. 'What did
She leaned back on her pillow and closed her eyes. A radiance hung
about her, as around one who has just received enlightenment.
Derek got up quietly, and gazed at her in silence. Her long golden
hair lay silkily on the white pillow, as did her eyelashes on her cheeks.
The hands he had always admired were folded over her chest. The picture was
one of a goddess; one that would stay in his memory forever.
He suddenly knew that no matter what happened, Sara would accept
it. And as long as she did, he would, too.
Sara glanced at the clock and calculated. She still had about ten
minutes before the operation was to start, but it would take five minutes
to transport her to the surgery room. That left her with five free minutes.
She did not even have to think of how to spend the last bit of time.
Checking that the nurse was gone, and that no one could see her in any way,
she sat up and pulled off her sheets.
Then, gritting her teeth against the pain, she swung first her
healthy, and then her injured leg over the edge of the bed. Steadying
herself on her bed, she got up. That was the easy part.
Taking a deep breath, Sara tested her weight on her damaged leg. As
immediate pain shot through her, she lifted it up again quickly.
Defeated, she sank back on the bed. 'There's NO WAY I can do this!'
she muttered angrily. Yet somehow she knew that she had to. Just this one
Dance. Dance till the end of her freedom. Dance till the time when
her fate would be decided. She knew she could never stand it if that ballet
class at Julliard's had been the last time she would ever dance. She would
not let it happen.
Dance. Dance. Dance. Dance. The rhythm pulsed through her entire
body, waking her sleeping limbs and muscles. Dance. Dance. Dance.
A divine, unearthly strength filled her, opening her eyes wide. As
gracefully as if she were a butterfly rising into the air she lifted
herself off the bed.
She was dressed in the simple shirt and shorts that served as pyjamas
at the hospital. But to her, the room evaporated. In its place, there was
not the ballet studio of the Julliard, not the living room in her old home
where she had practiced long and hard for so many hours, not anywhere else
she had ever danced. It was just her and the rhythm inside her, from the
moment she first pointed her feet and lifted her arms to an oval over her
There was no pain. There was no feeling except the blood rushing
through her, supplying the endless strength she was receiving from
somewhere beyond our world.
Arabesque, attitude, pirouette, petit tours. Everything came back to
her with no difficulties, and her body obeyed her commands before she even
thought of them. The movements swirled into an intricate pattern.
Dance. Dance. Dance. Dance. Gradually the rhythm grew fainter, and
left her. The godly strength slipped away from her. She did not try to hold
it back. She knew she couldn't.
And then she was back in the hospital room. Wearily she felt her hot,
tear-streaked face. Her damaged hip hurt unbearably. But it had been worth
Exhausted, she dropped back on the bed. Hearing footsteps down the
hall, she hastily pulled the covers back over herself. Nobody should know
she had been out of bed.
As the doctors entered the room and were busy lifting her onto a bed
on rolls, she was in a triumphant daze. Even if she died now, or was
crippled, it didn't matter. She had had her life down to the last glorious
detail. And she could still feel the seraphic glory that had been hers for
those last five minutes.
On an impulsion, she lifted her eyes to the ceiling. Now she could
hand herself over to fate. Now she was ready.
'How is she?' Chenille asked her brother, who was just coming into
the waiting room, anxiously.
He looked at her steadily. 'Very calm and composed,' he informed her.
'How can she?' Chenille was mystified. 'I mean, there's her whole
profession on the line! I know I'd be just about crazy by now if it was
Derek shrugged. 'She has an unbending strength somewhere inside her.
I guess she needs it, because of what happened to her mother and all.'
They sat in silence for awhile. Suddenly Chenille clasped her hands.
'It's starting now!' she exclaimed wildly. 'I never pray, but now I
Derek smiled slightly. Maybe his sister felt the need to pray, but he
would just keep faith with Sara as best he could. Just imagine he was
holding her hand now.
People hurried by the two teenagers, both with their heads bent in
solemn spirits, and both trying to believe as hard as they could that
everything would be alright.
'Sara. Sara, wake up.'
A familiar voice was coaxing her out of the hazy fog that surrounded
her. Blindly, she followed, for even in her state she could tell that it
was a voice to be trusted.
And suddenly she found she could open her eyes. Derek's tired face
was illuminated with the light of the reborn.
'Sara, thank goodness you're awake! The operation was successful!' he
Right behind him was her best friend, Chenille, squealing with
excitement. 'It's true! You'll be able to dance again in time to do it
'No way. It can't be. can it?' Sara was trying to figure everything
out, and could not grasp that the miracle had happened.
Suddenly, Dr. Stirn appeared, smiling benevolently.
'Yes, it's true, Sara. You will be able to recover in time to attend
Julliard classes and go in for the spring exams with excellent chances.
From the medical point of view, there will be no obstacles for a
professional career. But no more night-time wandering, okay?' He winked at
Lots of people have said that the truth is hard and bitter, but at
that moment Sara thought there was nothing more glorious and beautiful than
the shining truth. EVERYTHING was going to be alright. She hugged Derek and
Chenille close to her and laughed with a relief she had not felt possible.
The world was hers to conquer once more.
And, once more, she felt that divine strength flooding her again,
just for a second. Sara registered it with gratitude. She was sure that it
had been that strength, and Derek and Chenille's trust and love, that had
Dr. Stirn had one more warning: 'I know you're over the moon with
happiness now, but just remember that it's going to be hard to work up to
Julliard's standards again. I don't know how good a dancer you were before,
but it will take some time till you're that good again, believe me.'
Sara simply laughed. She felt invincible. Still holding Derek and
Chenille tight, she assured the doctor: 'THAT won't be a problem.'
And as soon as she felt Derek's kiss once again, she knew that
nothing that could happen would be this bad. Because she would have Derek's
love forever and ever.
(A/N: The end of the story? No, there's still one little bit. Enjoy!)
Five years later, the same Sara was nervously testing her balance on
her pointes. She was fully made up, and was dressed in her costume already.
It was hot and stuffy in the wings of the stage.
Who would have ever thought that it was me who would be picked to
dance the principal role in Swan Lake, she wondered. Her first solo in the
American Ballet Company.
Stretching her legs on the barre that had been put up behind the
stage, she grinned excitedly at Ellie, who smiled back, happiness dancing
in her eyes. Ellie had realized her eating disorder, and had gone to a
clinic to get help. But she had still been able to dance, and had made it
to the company, just like Sara. She was dancing in the corps de ballet
(A/N: the main body of dancers in a ballet company, who usually dance
together in a group).
Suddenly, she was interrupted while warming up. 'Miss Sara, someone
to see you,' a stage assistant was saying, but Sara didn't even hear. For
there he was, beaming at her.
'Derek!' Disregarding her make-up and delicate costume, she threw her
arms around him. He held her close, and she could feel that heavenly
feeling soaring up inside her. Derek had come to see her dance!
'Miss Sara, you're on in one minute', another assistant informed her.
She simply nodded, and clung to Derek passionately- or, as best she could
in her tutu (A/N: dancer's skirt that is usually made out of layers of
'Look at where you are now!' he whispered in her ear. 'Principal
dancer of the American Ballet!'
'Look at you!' she retorted, smiling proudly. 'A bachelor of
He winked happily. 'Now go out there and show me your love,' he
grinned at her.
'No problem,' Sara said, her eyes dancing. 'When you're watching me,
I dance like I'm Margot Fonteyn (A/N: She was the dancer in the story her
mother told her when she was twelve)!'
'No,' he replied, affection shimmering in his eyes. 'You dance
A hasty kiss, and Sara was at the edge of the stage, waiting for her
cue. When it came, she ran gracefully out onto the stage, aware that
Derek's eyes were on her.
And she danced. She danced for Derek, for her mother, for Chenille,
for Ellie, for her dad, and for everyone who had ever believed in her,
Sara, as a dancer.
OMG, that was so heart-breaking to write, cause it was the last chapter.
Sorry that it was so short after all the really short chapters you've had
to bear. Oh, well, can't be helped. Anyway, I'd appreciate a review for the
end of the story, just telling me what you thought of my ending or what you
would have changed. I cleared up Ellie, so that's not on your minds. It's
funny, when I started writing this I never thought it would turn out like
THIS. So weird! Well, hope you all liked it anyway.
Thanks to everybody who ever reviewed and especially to those that have
been with this story for a long time and have reviewed often (HAA, megs,
Danielle, Amy Czislowski, CurlyQ, MarsMoonStar, chosen_gurli)! I'm so
grateful to you guys!
I better quit the mushy stuff or I'll start crying. Also, tons of thanks to
my dear little sister cuty-cat for editing my stories and catching all my
dumb mistakes, and telling me what she thinks. Actually, even for just
taking the time to read this. THANK YOU!!!
Your very affectionate Shooting Jewel