I stood there in the middle of the room, took a deep breath in, and a long deep breath out. I moved my hand up to my head and tightened my ponytail and then slowly moved into my starting position. I looked up and nodded to the women behind the stereo and she absent-mindedly pressed play.
The music started playing and immediately the room was filled with music; I waited eights beats and then I started dancing. I soon as I was moving to the music I felt like I was flying. The whole world became a blur around me and the only thing on my mind was the next step i was going to take. With each flick of a writst or an ankle another worry would tumble from my grip and leave me relaxed and peaceful.
The music reached its peek and I could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins and the burn start to increase in my muscles, but nothing could stop me, I was flying, I was in my trance- and no one could pull me out of it. I took a quick look around and saw people’s mouths drop in awe and my dance coach looking at me in approval when finally the music came to an end and I jumped in my end pose right on the last beat.
I held my pose for three seconds watching a drip of sweat drop off my nose and then I lifted my head up to smile feeling exhilarated.
“Ok that was perfect as always, good job Ronnie.” Karen called to me I skipped off to the side and slapped hands with her.
"Thanks, but did you see my leap? So horrible!” I moaned. She rolled her eyes.
“It was fine, stop worrying you perfectionist.” She replied lifting an eyebrow. It was true; I liked to have everything perfect.
“Well, I’m going to go stretch then I’m going home, Night.” I pecked her on the cheek and slowly walked over to change rooms while stretching my arms. I slipped on my trackies and then was out the door in less then five minutes. I ran outside and jumped in my mum’s car.
“How was it?” she asked.
“Yeah good, just a bit exhausted.” I told her sleepily.
When I got home I moped up the stairs, had a shower then dropped into bed. I grabbed my laptop off the desk and checked my twitter page. As I was scrolling through my followers my attention slowly averted when i began thinking about my past, and I remembered the reason my mother put me in dancing. Because I was such a shy child and never really had any friends, my mother enrolled me in dancing hoping that some big intervention would happen- and I would suddenly have friends. But much to her dissapointment all i got out of it was the joy of dancing and feeling free- not being at the top of the social ladder.
My mind flicked to my best friend. Lily. There are two ways to describe that girl- a) crazy, and b) please refer to A. But I guess that's why she's so special. I caught myself smiling whilst thinking about her and all the crazy shit she does and then logged off my twitter page and closed my laptop to go to bed. I had lived in Australia all my life, and I loved it. But I felt like I was just constantly doing the same thing, had the same routine. I wanted a change, something new. I was caught up in thought and before I even knew it I was dreaming.
I woke up early to the bright morning sunlight and looked over at my alarm clock, it was 6:44am. I rolled out of bed and grabbed a hair tie off my desk and chucked my hair in a bun then slipped on some trackies and a sports bra with a singlet and ran out the door for a morning jog. The freezing cold morning air was nice against my skin and I set off for my run. Every second morning I went for a run and then had to go to dancing. Sometimes being this dedicated for dancing can annoy me, seeing as though I miss two hours of school every second day but I know karma will come back for me and in the long run everything will be ok.
“Girls, listen up please, this is very important!” Karen yelled out to dance class.
We all stopped warming to go see what she wants and gathered around her.
“So girls, I’m guessing you all know who Justin bieber is?” she asked us. This sparked my attention and I huddled closer wanting to know the news. All the girls starting getting all hyped and gossiping about 'jelena'. Of course I knew what 'jelena' was, I didn't live under a rock. But it didn't really interest me, I like his music and I guess well, him. But I don't like how involved people are in his personal life.
|Justin Bieber||as Justin Bieber|
|Elen Levon||as Ronnie Stanley|
|Lily Collins||as Lily Holland|
|Alex Pettyfer||as Alex Samuels|