Post by chelsea meyer on Aug 10, 2010 10:26:53 GMT 1
Chelsea walked up to the roof after an intense few hours of practice. She wasn't too tired though, having mastered the moves very early on in the lesson. It was to be expected, since she was the youngest ballerina in the school, and had gotten in entirely on talent, and not her family's wealth. She loved dancing, and was extremely good at it, but hated the lifestyle that it brought with it. She didn't buy into the whole "be athletic, don't corrupt your body, be a good girl" thing. Chelsea just enojyed dancing. She didn't want to be involved in Siren's Song either, but she could definitely see the appeal. Everyone here in the Ballet was so rigorous, and disciplined. She was basically the opposite. She stayed fit and in great shape from dancing, but other than that passion there was little that she had in common with the other Primas. Chelsea was bad at sticking to schedules, she partied more than she should have, she smoked and wasn't as much of an over-achiever as the others. She was here because she loved dancing, and had massive potential, but she was also young and allowed to have fun. It wasn't about punishing yourself and sticking to crazy rules. What was life if you couldn't just have fun ?
Pulling out her packet of Marlboro Lights, Chelsea pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, inhaling deeply. She watched the smoke float up as she blew it out, enjoying the rush of nicotine. She knew how bad smoking was, and that in most people's opinions, she was too young to do it. She didn't care, it wasn't up to them to tell her how to live her life. The view from the roof of the Ballet was gorgeous. It was evening now, and the sun had just set, basking everything in a dark blue light. Chelsea loved coming up to the roof, just standing for ages, watching the people down in the streets of London, living their lives and going about their business. Taking abother drag, she idly wondered what the other dancers were doing now. She knew that a bunch were probably off to Siren's Song to work, the Muses, as everyone knew them. It was an informal name, because very few people actually acknowledged the fact that it happened. The Primas wouldn't be going though, Chelsea knew. Almost all of them avoided the place like a plague. There was something slightly amusing about it, she thought, a small smile playing across her lips as she inhaled once more on her cigarette. She decided that the others were probably somewhere around the Ballet, which is where they could pretty much always be found.
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