Okay for those reading Age of Innocence, I am still updating that! I'm going to do my best to balance both! I may be scarce with updating for the next week or so because I have finals coming up and a ton of work to do. I've had this written for a while now and I really wanted to get it up! I just love ballet and can't wait to do more with this story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. I leave that responsibility to Mrs. Meyer herself!
Across the stage I danced, spinning around my closest friends and fellow dancers. The audience watched keenly as the music reached as a crescendo and the dancing intensified. Being the principle dancer in the show, the other dancers moved aside and also watched as I preformed quick *chaines and landed in the center as the music came to a sudden halt and the curtain slowly began to fall.
The audience continued clapping as the dancers began to place themselves for the bow. I hid behind the curtain, awaiting my turn to be back in center stage. The constant applause only fueled the adrenaline that coursed through my veins and when it came time for me to take my bow, I couldn't have been more ready.
I met my partner in the middle happily, taking his hand tightly as we looked to the audiences and took our numerous final bows. It seemed like a good portion of Phoenix was in the audience, just going by the roaring applause.
"You did amazing," he said to me happily as the curtain finally closed and the applause faded. Chaos immediately ensued as I was hugged and congratulated by my fellow dancers. I put a large smile on my face and slowly made my way back to the small vanity table.
"Bella!" my best friend Angela grinned, hurrying to my side. "Bella, you were amazing!"
"Thank you," I told her. "So were you, Angela!"
"Oh," she said, looking at something behind her. "I gotta go! I'll see you tomorrow!"
She was off before I could say goodbye. I shrugged and ran my hands over my face in relief. Not that I hadn't been looking forward to the show but I was relieved that it was over. I would still practice as hard as I normally did but the immense pressure I normally felt before going on stage would be nonexistent if only for a few months.
"My darling Bella," my mother suddenly said, appearing behind me. She took my face in her hands before placing a small kiss on my forehead. "You did wonderful, sweetheart. Were so proud."
` At her side stood the man I had been training under for months and an older woman I'd never seen. Her pepper hair was pulled back tightly from her aged face. She was dressed primly and properly and a pants suit and dark stiletto heels.
"Mr. Gerandy," I nodded at my instructor, looking to the woman at his side. "I hope you enjoyed everything."
"Oh I did," he said enthusiastically. "Bella, this is Mrs. Stanley. She is the director of the International Ballet Academy in Seattle Washington."
"Pleasure to meet you," I said to her, holding out my hand. Her thin lips formed a small smile and she quickly shook my hand. "What can I do for you?"
"Bella, I'm sure you have heard of my academy?"
"Of course!" I exclaimed, nodding quickly. "I've always wanted to go there, ever since I was little kid. I think any dancer has heard of it. They'd be crazy not to."
She laughed at my exclamation. "Well then I'm glad. For the past month or so, I have had Mr. Gerandy watch you and train you to reach your full potential. If what he and your mother have told me are correct, you've been trained very hard."
"Oh yes," I chuckled. Mr. Gerandy had been on my back for the past two months. My leaps were never high enough or my feet weren't as turned out as they could have been. He would always find something in me to critique. "Very much so."
"Well, good," she smiled. "The reason I'm here is that on behalf of the IBA, we'd like to offer you a full scholarship for our 2010-2011 year."
"What?" I cried, dropping the pins that I'd pulled from my hair. They scattered all along the floor, blending in with the deep oak flooring. I began flailing my hands, unsure of whether to pick up or leave the pins on the floor. "Ser-seriously?"
I had no idea what I wanted to do.
"Yes," she laughed loudly. "Bella, you have incredible talent and its time that more than Phoenix Arizona see it. Classes begin next week. You will live in a dormitory along with the rest of your peers. All the details will be given on your first day at a school wide orientation. We hope to see you there."
"Th-thank you," I stuttered. She gave one last nod before she and Mr. Gerandy walked away. "Mom, was she serious?"
"She was serious Bella," she chuckled. "And you're going. No ifs ands or buts."
I wiped away the tears that had filled my eyes and hugged my mother tightly.
Somehow someway, I'd been accepted into the most prestigious dance schools in the country. Someday, my name would be known outside of Phoenix. People would come from all over to witness my dancing.
Things were all falling into place.
The rest of the week passed by in a blur. My packing spree had began the minute I returned home from the recital, so by the time my flight rolled around, I was fully prepared and ready to depart.
"Mom, I'll be fine," I said to my teary mother as we came to airport security. I hadn't cried but her eyes were rimmed red with heavy tears. "You have Phil."
Phil was my stepfather who I loved dearly. With him being on a minor league baseball team, he seemed to be in the air more than he was at home. Sometimes it took a toll on my mother but he always came home eventually.
"I know, I know," she sniffled. "I just love you so much. Call me every night okay?"
"I will," I promised her, "But I should probably go if I want to catch my flight. I love you mom and I'll call you when I land."
"Okay," she hugged me tightly. "Seventeen years old and already leaving home."
"Goodbye mom," I laughed. I knew I would eventually start crying if I didn't separate myself from her soon. "I love you."
I waved one last time before making my way through security. Bubbling with excitement, I finished the check and hurried to my gate. They had yet to begin boarding but I couldn't have been more eager to settle into my seat and fly away.
Eventually, they began boarding and not long later, the plane was in the air. Knowing I would just yelp out in excitement, I slipped the ear buds into my ears to avoid having to speak to anybody but the stewardess when my drink order was taken.
Once the flight landed, I was first off, darting through the airport to bag check. I took no time mingling or studying the Seattle airport. I knew that time needed not to be wasted and doing those things would be just that.
Pulling out the pamphlets I'd been sent in the days following the news of my admittance to the school, I read over them carefully and hailed a cab.
"I'm going to 34 Main street," I told him as I climbed into the car. He nodded and sped away from the airport. From what I could see as we drove, Seattle was quite an amazing city, aside from the constant cloud cover or never-ending drizzle. My face was glued to the cool window pane until we pulled up to the building. "Thank you."
I handed him the money, grabbed my bags and made my way inside.
"Bella," Mrs. Stanley smiled, meeting me inside. She pulled me into a tight hug and the overpowering scent of Lilac filled my nose. "I'm so glad you've finally arrived. If you'll join me on a tour of the facility, I can show you to your room."
"Okay," I agreed, the grin never leaving my face.
She guided me through the building, showing me the numerous studios and offices. At the moment, they were shy of any students but she assured me that in no time, they would be filled with students of all ages.
The hallways were filled with posters and pictures of the schools many productions and dancers. Trophy cases stood proudly all around me and my excitement for the semester to begin was becoming harder to contain.
"Now, we have a separate building for performances and you'll see that later on but now, you must get situated in your room. I'm not sure if your roommate has arrived yet," she wrapped her arm around my shoulder. "Follow me, darling."
I followed her through halls and up the grand staircase. It mirrored something one might see in the classic 1800's plantation home. Made of complete marble, the staircase made the grand hall, contrasting perfectly against the beige walls.
"Here you are," she said once we arrived at the door. I smiled lightly before throwing open the door to reveal my small dorm room. "Look's like your roommate has arrived."
She was right. The walls had been decorated with photos and posters of different dancers. A pair of Pointe shoes sat on the small twin bed that had already been dressed in a thick, white down comforter. A shag rug was already placed between the two beds and half of the closet had been completely filled.
"Hello!" A small girl suddenly squealed, appearing from the bathroom. With a broad grin, she wrapped me into a tight hug. "You must be Bella. I'm Alice."
"I'll let you to get to know each other," Mrs. Stanley said before leaving the room.
"Hi," I laughed lightly as I was released from the hug. Standing next to her, I felt extremely self conscious. Her dark, raven hair had been cropped and stuck out from her face in a wildly beautiful manner and her ebony eyes sparkled.
"Oh I'm just so glad that I finally have a decent roommate," she cried happily, pulling me into another hug. "You are just going to love it here and with me as your guide, you'll never be lost. My brothers and I have been going here for a while so if you have any questions, just ask me, alright?"
"Good!" she practically jumped. "Now, let me go introduce you to everybody!"
Before I could open my mouth to protest, she grabbed my hand and whisked me from the room.
So for those of you that have seen Center Stage, you've probably realized these stories are pretty similar! Well, I absolutely love that movie and though the story and movie may be similar, this story will have a lot of differences!