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| Chapter One- The Chosen Ones �Owww!� Mercedes Robson yelped, as she fell. She immediatly stood back up. She examined herself in the mirrors that lined the dance studio. She blew at a wisp of hair that had fallen out of the bun she had it in. As Mercedes continued to stare as herself, a tear slowly ran down her cheek. The words that Madame Lorretta had said afer class to her, were still running through her head. �Mercedes, will you please stay after class?� Madame Lorretta said, in her French accent. �Yes, ma�am,� Mercedes said, as she watched the rest of the class leaving. She went over to where the Madame stood. �I need to talk to you,� Madame Lorretta said. She didn�t look happy, but then again, she never did. �I noticed that you handed in an application for the ABC.� �Yes, Madame,� Mercedes answered. The ABC, American Ballet Company, was one of the most prestegious ballet companies in the world. It had been Mercede�s life long dream to be accepted to it. �I wanted to let you know, you might as well not waste your time,� Madame Lorretta said. Mercedes looked up at her with wide eyes. �The ABC is for the very best, and you will never be one of them,� Madame Lorretta said, eyeing her. �But I�m getting better,� Mercedes protested. �Yes, you have been, but I think it�ll be easier on yourself than having the let down later down the road, to come the realization that you do not have �the feet�. You weren�t one of the chosen ones to be a ballet dancer.� �But Cindi Adams wasn�t born with �the feet�, yet she�s one of the most famous ballet dancers ever.� �Yes, she is. She worked hard for it. She lived and breathed dancing. She practiced non stop to prove that she could succeed.� Mercedes sighed. She then started practicing the one jump that had been giving her trouble for the last couple weeks. �Dammit!� Mercedes muttered, as she once again fell. It seemed like no matter what she did, she could not make it. Whenever they learned a new move in class, Mercedes would always stay after practicing till she got it perfect. Normally it didn�t take this long though. �We have to close up now,� a worker said, coming into the room 20 minutes later. �OK,� Mercedes sighed in frustration. She went over to her bag, sitting down next to it. She took her ballet slippers off, placing them in her bag, pulling our her tennis shoes. Once she was done, she hoisted her bag over her shoulder. �You go home and rest now,� the worker demanded. �You�ve work hard enough for today.� Mercedes smiled at her, before walking out the door. |
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