“Bye, Rebekah! Have a good day at ballet!” my mom called as I jumped excitedly out of her green Subaru Outback. I skipped to the door and began opening it as I turned and waved to my mom as she slowly backed out of the parking lot, headed to Costco. I burst into my ballet studio, Academy of Dance, full of energy. I crossed my fingers as I bounced into the dressing room and started getting ready for ballet. I did my bun then quickly changed into my favorite black leotard and brand new tights right as Jessi Stafford, my best friend at ballet, arrived. She obviously had very similar thoughts to the ones I had ricocheting through my brain because she appeared to be just as excited as I was. “Doyouthinkshe’lltellustoday??” Jessi asked in one breath. “I don’t know, but I sure hope so!!” I exclaimed. We walked into the room together and began warming up for class.
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We had worked as hard as we could, doing foot strengthening exercises at home and trying our best in class, to prove to our dance teacher and the head of the studio, Kristen Potts, that we were, indeed, ready for the rigorous workload that pointe required. Kristen was very strict and old-fashioned, and as a wise teacher would, truly wanted her students to be fully prepared before they went on pointe, as to insure no
We had worked as hard as we could, doing foot strengthening exercises at home and trying our best in class, to prove to our dance teacher and the head of the studio, Kristen Potts, that we were, indeed, ready for the rigorous workload that pointe required. Kristen was very strict and old-fashioned, and as a wise teacher would, truly wanted her students to be fully prepared before they went on pointe, as to insure no