Post by Natalya Sian Rockwell on Jul 15, 2012 0:00:06 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:400px;,bTable][atrb=vAlign,top] [classy=side][classy=wings] [/style] [STYLE=margin-top: -10px; height: 300px; overflow: auto;][classy=dash]TAGGED[/classy] [classy=wish]OPEN [/classy] [classy=dash]WORDS[/classy] [classy=wish]605.[/classy] [classy=dash]NOTES[/classy] [classy=wish]Open to whoever wants to join the more the merrier.[/classy][/style][/classy] | [classy=overture][classy=paradox] Natalya loved dancing, but dancing came with some painful reminded and sometimes makes her wonder why she does it, and ever since she was a little girl she had dreamt of being a famous dancer. She loved to dance and loved to see kids faces light up as she seen them dance at the corner studio she helped at. She loved all sorts of dance, but she was going to Julliard for ballet. It came with a price thought something her poor toes would suffer and bleed among other things…. She doesn’t know why she always hurts or gets mysterious cuts and bruises that she never remembers how she got them… She could chalk it up to battle wounds of dance, but some just seem impossible to get dancing… Today had started out for her as normal as it ever was till she was in class mid morning and feel down, hurting herself once again and she feared if this keeps happening she may lose her place at Julliard…. She had sprained her arm, and it was bruised all the way up it underneath the splint that she had to keep on for at least a week, which was a total bummer to her. She didn’t like sporting such a thing, but what could she do. She wished she could find some lucky clover or something that made her klutziness go far away was there ever a cure to such things? Maybe one day there will be she could dream at least right. She was indeed a dreamer and dreams were good to have …. She often loved to find herself lost in a book and pretend that she was one of the characters. It amazed her at how sometimes the characters related to her. She was one that loved to go see plays on Broadway. Musicals, dance whatever she loved it. It was inspiring and she admired the passion and dedication it takes for these people to go on and perform. That was what she was going to do still she was going to brave threw the pain and go on and practice like any other person on Broadway may do if they were injured… For right now out and about in town. She had scurried on into to a coffee shop / bookstore and decided to buy a vanilla latte and curl up on one of their chairs and read her book and see how many other interesting people came strolling in. She was a girl that loved to read and she was sure others did too, and she loved meeting new people. How could she not? People interest her. Everyone is different in New York and she loved that. It was a very unique and interesting place much like she thinks LA and Hollywood would be and one day she dreams on visiting both and seeing the sites, but right now, she had to finish going to school and help train little young kids the basics of being a ballerina and she loves watching them dance…. She loves watching recitals they bring her joy and pride… It is so hard to imagine her being so young and doing that… but she was once in their shoes and she is an example as to what hard work and dedication can do. She didn’t think she was as klutzy as she was now when she was the kids ages, and really does wonder what had changed in her life… she loved taking in the sights and smiled at people as they came in, enjoying her book and sipping her latte every now and again. [/classy][/classy] |
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