“Snap! Snap! Toes Out! Arms up! Down! Elbows straight! Aaaand turn! Turn! Smile! I want to see those smiles! Stop! Back and up! Bow! Head snap! Smiles, ladies! Down! Straight! Spin! Step, step! Hold! I said hold!”
The twins held their positions, smiles frozen on their faces as the instructor marched down the line, moving elbows and twisting bodies to the perfect position. Pausing in front of the younger twin, she studied the stance before taking the twin by her hips and twisting them to the right and swiveling her shoulders to the left and harshly tapping a knuckle against her chin, making her look up.
“Why is it you can never hold?! You manage to dance so fluidly. Why can you not just freeze that stance as well as you freeze that smile?” the instructor spat out, her Russian accent thick. “Honestly, Felicia. You need to practice. It’s border lining sloppy. And you don’t want that, do you?” Felicia’s eyes watered but she held her smile and made no movement to respond. Seeing she would receive no response, the Russian continued on, shaking her head.
“Tsk, tsk. Miss Vargas. Sloppy movements and smile but yet…. You freeze so well. If only, you could learn from your sister. Can you not tell you are a beat ahead the whole time? Hence why every time we stop, you’re confused and unsure of how to stop. Lovina, you need to slow down and stop trying to add your own twist to it! This is not… Hip hop or whatever you children dance now-a-days! This is ballet and I hope you can get this through your thick skull! Learn your moves the way I teach them! No popping and skipping your steps. When we go down, knees go out and hands go up. There is no fluid bringing in of knees and dragging of your hands! If you are not capable of performing the routine as taught tomorrow, do not show up. This is not worth my time,” she angrily scolded as she fixed Lovina’s position harshly and almost violently. “And I told you! Put. Your. Hair. Up.”
Lovina flung her hands up, causing the instructor to back up afraid. Face red with anger, Lovina hurriedly grabbed her bag from along to mirror-less wall.
“Fuck you. I’ll dance however the fuck I want. I only come here to keep Feli happy. Like hell I do it for my grandfather or my parents’ wishes! Fuck their wishes! What do they know?! They’re dead! You think I need this? Fuck that shit! I got the streets where they can actually dance. Where they put real emotion in their movements and their own stories into it. Not some dead bastard’s feelings. Fuck you all. I’m leaving.”
When she ripped open the door, cold harsh wind rushed in. The girls all unfroze and shrieked, shying away from the cold. Felicia watched with wide eyes as her twin started running down the street before the door slammed shut behind her. No one spoke for two minutes before the instructor spoke again.
“W-well? What are you all doing, just standing there?! We have a recital in two weeks and half of you don’t know the steps still! Come on! First position! Go!”
(Source: jadeharleyquinn)
