Post by Victoria Greco on Jan 25, 2019 18:15:48 GMT -8
For all the things Tori had had to say good bye to, when the decision had been made that she would attend Blue Ridge, it was her life as a ballerina that she missed the most. And that was kind of a joke, as her career as a professional dancer had ended before it had even started and she wasn't going to spend the rest of her life waving a flower in the background.
Feeling a little nostalgic, Tori pulled on a sleeveless leotard, her tights and the bag that held her slippers and pulling on a jacket, she raced over to the gymnasium and glided down to the dance studio. Shrugging out of the jacket, and swapping her street shoes for her pointes, she left her things in a neat pile in the corner as she walked over to the stereo where she hooked her iphone up to it. After a quick warm-up, she went through her selection until she found the one she wanted, and pushed play.
Heading to the centre of the room, she sat down on the floor and lay down so that her head rested on her arms, legs tucked neatly under her, her lips curved in a smile as the music began to play, Music box dancer, by Frank Mills, and she slowly rose to her feet, becoming the dancer inside the music box. Her piece started with gentle pirouttes and then fouettés as she sped up and then she started to glide across the floor as she moved to the music.