Miss Falcon

I was 12 years old. It was my first year of pointed my toes were blistered and bleeding. I had a huge role in the schools upcoming ballet and was scared to death of failing. Dancers older than me hated me for getting the lead role and I spent hours simply crying over it all. One day Miss Falcon found me by the rarely used back studio. She was a older dance teacher but my favorite by far. She had a thick Polish accent and the kindest heart. She was my dance teacher, Polish language teacher and like a second grandmother to me. I remember she had sat down next to me and patted my should. "Bella"She always called me Bella instead of Annabella or Anna like most people did. "If you ever want to be a good dancer you will have to learn to deal with the pain and joy ballet brings. Other dancers will hate you for a while if you get a main part thats just how it is. You got the part and they didn't so they are jealous. It's not that they are less then you it's simply you were more fit for the part. You must learn to sacrifice for ballet. If you don't you will fail. After a while pointe won't be so hard either. It takes practice just like anything else." She got up taking my hand and we went over the routine for Cinderella over and over again until I was perfect. She made me the dancer I am today and I go back every end of school year and thank her because if it wasn't for her I would have give up too easily on something I dearly love.
Annabella210 Annabella210
26-30, F
Sep 19, 2012