Hi, my name is Charlotte and I LOVE to dance. Most people can go cross-eyed or crack limbs to freak others out, don't get me wrong, I can too! But I can also do standing over-splits, or just any splits to be honest.
As much as I may love dance (which is a lot) it comes at a price. Instead of going out with friends or family, I'm at the studio practicing, which can get boring. I'm also in constant pain from my joint problems. But other than that my life is great!
I'm currently in rehearsal for the performance in a couple of weeks, great! As always I'm in the back row daydreaming of what it would be like to be Violet. Violet is the teachers pet. She gets front row for all the dancing and never gets criticism, only compliments, even though she isn't the best. On her left is Lucy Waghorn-Jones and on the right is the other Lucy. The three of them are best friends so of course they get front row together. Middle row is the 2nd class snobs. The followers. The ones who think they're great, but actually suck. That consists of Mary, Tilly, Maddison and Amy. Then there's the commoners. The back row. My row. I'm joined by Vicky and Evie. We're not really noticed because no one can compare to the golden trio. We're in ballet practice in studio 1. The first wall is just one big wall with a mirror covering it and see through curtains. In front of this is a grand piano for Jan, our pianist. Wall 2 consists of 2 bars and 4 small windows by the ceiling. At the back is another set of bars and foot resin for grip. The last wall is the same as the second except the bars are cut short for the door that leads to studio 2. Before the studio exit sits the high and mighty ms. Mary A Humphries. The snap dragon. Screaming moves, raising heads, turning out feet and legs and correcting our posture. In one word... annoying. While I stand in a low, first arabesque in the corner, Violet gets the spotlight, again, spinning in the middle of the room to the point where she could be sick. Typical. That is, until she falls and cries like the baby she is. Miss rushes over to her aid and demands help from Jan. All of us stand in the sidelines awaiting the news if she can dance or not. Then the fateful moment arrives when we are told that she cannot dance. Immediately excitement grew amongst the commoners and I to see if we could get her spot. But of course it goes to 'princess' Amy. Brat.