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Feb 13 2017, 11:16 PM
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She wanted to be something more.<p>

It was a dream, a crazy dream, to get anymore attention than she was already lucky enough to have. To make it in musical theatre? That was close to impossible. But she wanted to do it. Claire wanted to perform, she wanted to be front and center, not just someone in the crowd. Hollywood had so many stars, though. She could sing, she could act, she could dance- why couldn’t she be something more? The sounds of her roommates moving throughout the house distracted the blonde from her thoughts. Right. Tonight was the night- the night she was going to be dragged along to some Hollywood party no matter what she said. That was just how the girls worked- they always knew how to get her out and about. They knew how to make her socialize. No matter how her auditions went, no matter how few callbacks she got… The girls would always be there for her.<p>

The party was fun, she had to admit, even if she had to speak with people she certainly didn’t find interesting. Who cared about the little things when there was so much more to focus on, so much more to see and experience. She was failing all of her auditions- no one wanted to see her on stage. She would never belong in these parties, not like her roommates. They were beautiful, and not at all ordinary… Unlike her. Why could she think anything else of herself? Perhaps she should have stayed back in her little town, in her home, where she could have remained head of the ballet company for years. Why had she ever dreamed of something more?<p>

Because there was something bigger out there.<p>

She didn’t know what it was, but she knew she could be so much more. One day she would get the call that someone wanted her for a callback, that they wanted her front and center of the stage… Claire just had to wait. She had to be patient. Right now, however, she had none of that. The man by her side was her apparent boyfriend, but truthfully she hadn’t been enjoying her time with him much at all. He spoke too much about things that just… Weren’t what interested her. But he had money, and a job, and was fulfilling his dream. What more could she have asked for?

And then she spotted him- the man in the terrible cover band that had been playing music throughout the show. Claire had laughed at them then, but now he was her chance of escaping. Her chance of getting away from the others. <b>”Hey!”</b> she waved at him, <b>”Pass me my keys, alright? I need to be getting out of here.”</b> it was only an excuse, of course, but she certainly didn’t want to stand around much longer.<p>

As she approached him, and the darkening street, she smiled, <b>”Thanks.”</b>

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Dancing was amazing. She loved the way it set her free, the way it allowed her to move and flow. Sometimes she felt like water, moving back and forth with the pull of the music, changing as the beat did. Together they were like one, pushing and pulling each other as time moved on. Claire was born a dancer, raised a dancer. She lived and breathed dancing for most of her life. There was nothing more important than ballet (other than the climber she had lost and could not find again). It was just how things worked for her. Sometimes she thought that she was just meant to be this in her life, no matter what, just like her climber was meant to climb. Sometimes people just got lucky, and they were placed exactly where they were meant to be in the world. She just couldn’t believe that, for so long, things had simply worked. Now, however, things were different. Her life was in a new world, and her climber was gone. But still, dancing was there for her. Perhaps it would remain forever?<p>

The studio was fairly empty on this specific morning, but that didn’t bother Claire. It simply meant she had a larger choice of rooms for where she would do her dancing this morning… And today she wanted it to be the front room. Yes, the blonde was certainly uncomfortable with others watching her dance, especially in a situation in which she was not professionally dancing… But it was beautiful. The sun was still rising, and the fog had yet to lift, meaning the light that hit the glass throughout the room was like nothing you had ever seen. It was an entire new element to dancing, one that brought you to another world on top of so many others. Once the music was on and Claire had begun, she knew she would completely forget about the room she was in. All that mattered was the dance. It kept her going no matter how rough things got, and she knew that would continue for ages.<p>

Setting her bag down on the light-colored wooden floor, Claire took a deep breath. Few were out, why was she worried about being watched? She was not the only person in the large open room either- there were a few others with headphones in, stretching and preparing to practices their own routines. Claire wasn’t sure about what she would practice just yet, but anything would be okay. From simple moves to complex dances she’d be performing later, it was all wonderful, and it was all dances she would love to try again and again. She just had to get started! Sitting down, Claire started a few of her simple stretches, just to warm up her body. Her muscles couldn’t be tight, not just to dance like this. They only had a few weeks until their next show- she couldn’t push herself too hard, and she always had to be ready.<p>

Stretched, she stood and leaned against the bar, standing on pointe with her eyes closed as she tried to stretch further. Why had she been so worried about being watched? This would all be easy.

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The dance studio was full, as it often was, of students of every age and skill. It seemed to be more popular than many of the other studios, what with the kind staff and friendly students. Claire had found many friends throughout her short time practicing, from all sorts of different walks of life. Some had been dancing for years as she had, others were still struggling to stand on pointe. Skill level did not matter to the blonde, of course, she was simply glad to have someone, anyone to speak to as she tried to get back in the swing of things. Her depression, she had decided, would control her no longer. She did not want to spend days sitting on the couch wrapped in blankets, she wanted to go out and live as much as she could. The thoughts of her climber always hurt, yes, but she tried her best to fight through them time and time again. This time, she would be the dancer she always dreamed to be, and absolutely nothing would take that away from her. No matter what she had to do to keep herself off the couch, she would.<br><br>

So she found herself in the studio, once again teaching lessons. Months ago she could have never imagined doing something like this, not at all. She wouldn’t have been caught dead trying to help anyone ever learn anything regarding ballet, she would just stand in the corner and dance by herself. Yet now Claire was a teacher herself, working towards being her best self again. Her dancing was better now, as was her posture, her poise, and so much more. Claire was almost back to the point she ended at before being forced away from her climber, away from her world. She would be able to dance as she did before, performing to her heart's content. What could be better?<p>

Today’s lessons were not exactly lessons- more of a walk in chance to get to work together and focus on practicing different moves while others watched and supported you. Still, Claire would find herself in charge of the group, making sure everyone had a fair chance to practice, and that no one was overpowering anyone else and making them watch only their routine. Which did, sadly, happen. Some dancers simply wanted the stage all to themselves- something Claire found to be absolutely terrible. Where was the fun in being solo? It was important to rely on your friends to entirely round out a show. Not everyone was good at everything, even if they didn’t want to admit it. So you had to find others to perform certain moves, to play certain parts, to keep everyone and everything rounded out. Such was the nature of dance.<p>

<b>”Hello, everyone.”</b> she smiled softly across the room, <b>”Please all pair up and begin your practice. I will come around and make sure turns are being taken.”</b> she nodded. Even if she wasn’t much of an authority figure, she could still try her best.

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Claire was nervous, as nervous as she could have possibly been. Yes, she had taught lessons for weeks now, but that didn’t meant she wasn’t incredibly nervous each and every time the class was preparing to start. What if something went wrong? What if the kids didn’t figure it out? Of course this week was different from most others- today was part of a special ‘drop in’ week the studio was holding to give new customers a chance to try out the lessons and facilities, to see if it would be the right fit for them. So Claire couldn’t continue with her normal lessons she had been giving, she had to make things slightly easier so everyone could figure it out. Who knew who would stop by? There would be children, adults, and everyone in between. Anyone who wanted to try out ballet could stop by, rent a pair of shoes, and start figuring it all out. Which meant she would pretty much be teaching the basics.<p>

Could Claire even remember the basics? It felt as if so long ago she was working to learn how to do things that were more fun- the basics were just natural. Yet she could remember practicing anywhere and everywhere, no matter what she was wearing or what she was doing. At the park? She would work on her poses and her jumps. At home? She would work on walking on pointe. Claire’s life was 100% ballet at this point in time, with a bit of her climber mixed in for some more fun. No matter what, of course, dance would always be something incredibly important to the blonde. It was something she would never let herself forget, not ever. Not when it kept her going, even when times were challenging. She just kept dancing, she kept going, she kept on trying. What else was there for her to rely on? Her climber was gone, and her few friends could only do their best to pull her out of her thoughts. So she’d just get pushing through it, using dancing to keep her comfortable.<p>

Of course she could see her climber now, telling her she would do a great job with her lesson. And of course he was right, even if he wasn’t with her. Claire would do fine. She’d just have to remember to speak up and be proud of herself. Which wasn’t hard, not when she was doing what she loved so dearly. Taking a deep breath, she tied her shoes and moved into the room, turning on the music. There was still a fair bit of time before people arrived for the next round of lessons and walk-ins, but she had to make sure her room seemed friendly and inviting to everyone who passed by. The more people she could stop, the better, or so her bosses said. That was only right, wasn’t it? They wanted more business, they wanted more people interested in ballet. It was a beautiful form of dance that few tried, or at least few could master. And Claire, if she could, would drag even more people into it. She wanted everyone to love it just as she did!<p>

<b>”Welcome!”</b> she smiled as a few people entered the room. Mindlessly chatting was hard for her, but if she could, she would do her best. Standing on pointe, she stretched her legs, hoping to avoid talking as much as she could. Unless she got lucky with someone kind...

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