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donât know if itâs dread or excitement ⦠or both.
The musical went brilliantly, I got rave reviews. I loved performing and without the pressure of the Prix de Fonteyn I kept up with dance classes and still performed in the evening. Now, as weâre nearing the end of semester, the year end production hasbeen announced. Itâs Peter Pan . Normally the third years get all the lead roles, but most of them are away touring. This is a big opportunity, I should be nervously hoping for a lead. Actually I should be quietly confident. My main competition has been removed.
Grace left for Britain without a word to anyone. She was a definite tick when it came to performing in the Prix but she suddenly vanished. I tried to find out why, but Miss Raine only mumbled something about a âpersonal issueâ and shut her door on me. I think Tara knows something but sheâs saying nothing. Somehow Grace has been exposed for the snake she is and I will find out.
With Grace gone and my withdrawal, Tara had a clear run at representing Australia in the international competition. The boys results were an even bigger upset. Some pimply upstart from Tasmania who actually thinks referring to himself as âThe Sladeâ is cool is representing our country, along with Sammy. Obviously his time in the fountain did him some good. That, along with a sympathy vote when his music cut out, mean that my former partner, the boy whoâs dropped me in more ways than I thought humanely possibly, has been judged as our nationâs best.
Tara and Sammy have to focus one hundred per cent on the international competition and so canât take part in Peter Pan . So Iâm the only viable choice for female lead. But as Zach calls out the parts, Iâm not really interested â Finnâs just texted me, theyâre bumping out the production, do I want to come and âsay goodbyeâ to my musical. Zach announces Christian will be the male lead of Peter Pan . Kat is playing Tinkerbell and the female lead, Wendy Darling goes to ⦠me. Great, the wimpiest lead role in ballet.
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I talk to Finn about my new casting as we bump out the musical, boxing up props, packing the dreams away. âWho was ever known for performing Wendy Darling? Itâs not like Sylvie Guillem doing Forsythe , or Makarovaâs port de bras in Swan Lake .â It may be a lead but itâs such a wet one.
Finn asks me what else Iâm interested in apart from ballet. I must be being boring. I thought he was so dumb when I first entered this theatre, but heâs not. Heâs smart, funny and knows so much about so many things. And heâs cute, not that Iâm looking for anything like that.
âYou know, Pilates, kilojoule management.â Iâm sounding like a complete ballet bore. I need to find something else. I see the fish design on his T-shirt.
âAnd our oceans ⦠Iâm very into fish preservation.â
âDo you mean fish conservation? Or do you actually pickle fish?â he looks puzzled. Iâve blown it, idiot ballet girl getting her big words wrong.
âBoth,â I say quickly to cover myself. He turns away to pack another box. Is he smirking?
âMaybe you could take me to Sydney Aquarium then? I havenât been since I was a kid,â he says, as he turns back, trying to act casual.
âThat sort of sounded like you were asking me out?â
âMaybe,â he says with a smile.
A date, Iâve got a date. With a normal person, from the real world, someone whose feet arenât covered in blisters and doesnât even know what a port de bras is. I seriously wasnât looking for a date, but now I have one, Iâve got a serious problem. I need to find out about fish. Fast. Thereâs only one person to turn to for nerd knowledge. I grab him in the common room.
âSammy. I have a date. At the aquarium. And I need to become a marine expert in
The musical went brilliantly, I got rave reviews. I loved performing and without the pressure of the Prix de Fonteyn I kept up with dance classes and still performed in the evening. Now, as weâre nearing the end of semester, the year end production hasbeen announced. Itâs Peter Pan . Normally the third years get all the lead roles, but most of them are away touring. This is a big opportunity, I should be nervously hoping for a lead. Actually I should be quietly confident. My main competition has been removed.
Grace left for Britain without a word to anyone. She was a definite tick when it came to performing in the Prix but she suddenly vanished. I tried to find out why, but Miss Raine only mumbled something about a âpersonal issueâ and shut her door on me. I think Tara knows something but sheâs saying nothing. Somehow Grace has been exposed for the snake she is and I will find out.
With Grace gone and my withdrawal, Tara had a clear run at representing Australia in the international competition. The boys results were an even bigger upset. Some pimply upstart from Tasmania who actually thinks referring to himself as âThe Sladeâ is cool is representing our country, along with Sammy. Obviously his time in the fountain did him some good. That, along with a sympathy vote when his music cut out, mean that my former partner, the boy whoâs dropped me in more ways than I thought humanely possibly, has been judged as our nationâs best.
Tara and Sammy have to focus one hundred per cent on the international competition and so canât take part in Peter Pan . So Iâm the only viable choice for female lead. But as Zach calls out the parts, Iâm not really interested â Finnâs just texted me, theyâre bumping out the production, do I want to come and âsay goodbyeâ to my musical. Zach announces Christian will be the male lead of Peter Pan . Kat is playing Tinkerbell and the female lead, Wendy Darling goes to ⦠me. Great, the wimpiest lead role in ballet.
Â
I talk to Finn about my new casting as we bump out the musical, boxing up props, packing the dreams away. âWho was ever known for performing Wendy Darling? Itâs not like Sylvie Guillem doing Forsythe , or Makarovaâs port de bras in Swan Lake .â It may be a lead but itâs such a wet one.
Finn asks me what else Iâm interested in apart from ballet. I must be being boring. I thought he was so dumb when I first entered this theatre, but heâs not. Heâs smart, funny and knows so much about so many things. And heâs cute, not that Iâm looking for anything like that.
âYou know, Pilates, kilojoule management.â Iâm sounding like a complete ballet bore. I need to find something else. I see the fish design on his T-shirt.
âAnd our oceans ⦠Iâm very into fish preservation.â
âDo you mean fish conservation? Or do you actually pickle fish?â he looks puzzled. Iâve blown it, idiot ballet girl getting her big words wrong.
âBoth,â I say quickly to cover myself. He turns away to pack another box. Is he smirking?
âMaybe you could take me to Sydney Aquarium then? I havenât been since I was a kid,â he says, as he turns back, trying to act casual.
âThat sort of sounded like you were asking me out?â
âMaybe,â he says with a smile.
A date, Iâve got a date. With a normal person, from the real world, someone whose feet arenât covered in blisters and doesnât even know what a port de bras is. I seriously wasnât looking for a date, but now I have one, Iâve got a serious problem. I need to find out about fish. Fast. Thereâs only one person to turn to for nerd knowledge. I grab him in the common room.
âSammy. I have a date. At the aquarium. And I need to become a marine expert in
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