Post by Lissa Faye on Jul 28, 2007 1:51:54 GMT -5
Once again, Lissa found herself alone in the RPA dance room. She had just arrived and was glad to see the room was empty but for the barres and the small stereo that the dance team used. It was hard for her to concentrate when there were other girls working on their own technique in the room.
Lissa smiled to the empty room and set down her bag. She stripped off her zip-up jacket and sweatpants to reveal her idea of 'workout clothes': pinkish tights, a bright blue leotard, and small knit shorts. She sat on the floor, close to the mirror, and began pinning her hair into a low ballerina bun. Once her bangs had been smoothed back and the rest of her unruly black hair was twisted up, she dug her pointe shoes out of her bag and put them on. Lissa then pulled a CD out of her bag, stood up, and walked over to the stereo. She put the CD on. It was a compilation of very short piano pieces written expressly for ballet classes. Lissa took a spot at a barre that enabled her to watch herself from every angle, and began her warm up.
Halfway through her ronde du jambes, she felt a sensation of being watched. She looked at the door and saw that a figure stood in the doorframe. It wasn't unusual for people to stop for a moment and peek into the dance room, but Lissa hated it when they stopped and watched like the Sportplex was Lincoln Center.
She sighed and continued working her legs and arms, but abandoned her epaulement to look her audience in the face and say, eyebrow raised, "Hello? What dyou want?"
Lissa smiled to the empty room and set down her bag. She stripped off her zip-up jacket and sweatpants to reveal her idea of 'workout clothes': pinkish tights, a bright blue leotard, and small knit shorts. She sat on the floor, close to the mirror, and began pinning her hair into a low ballerina bun. Once her bangs had been smoothed back and the rest of her unruly black hair was twisted up, she dug her pointe shoes out of her bag and put them on. Lissa then pulled a CD out of her bag, stood up, and walked over to the stereo. She put the CD on. It was a compilation of very short piano pieces written expressly for ballet classes. Lissa took a spot at a barre that enabled her to watch herself from every angle, and began her warm up.
Halfway through her ronde du jambes, she felt a sensation of being watched. She looked at the door and saw that a figure stood in the doorframe. It wasn't unusual for people to stop for a moment and peek into the dance room, but Lissa hated it when they stopped and watched like the Sportplex was Lincoln Center.
She sighed and continued working her legs and arms, but abandoned her epaulement to look her audience in the face and say, eyebrow raised, "Hello? What dyou want?"
