Black Swan

"Dancing is an art. The floor is my canvas and I am the brush. Whatever I create comes from the heart" The world changed with 7 and 6, my dancing feet halted along with the swell and change of my body during the ushering forth of a new life. To have someone depend on me was entirely new. Dance continues to call my name. Is it possible that what I have always needed much as I need air has managed to change? Is dance something that we might have together? Ayla Burke II Mother to Sophia II Ballerina II Dance Instructor

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“Oh, nice,” Emilia said, stopping some passerby who possessed, well, what Emilia considered truly impeccable fashion. “I like it. That’s one hell of an ensemble you got there. Where can I get what you’re wearing?”

Usually Ayla never would have left the house in just a leotard, leg warmers and sneakers but she had been in a hurry today which meant that it was all she had to wear when her lunch hour had rolled around. She’d contemplated just staying in, but her stomach rumbled in protest. With a sigh she darted for the door, forgetting in her haste that she had draped a pair of toe shoes that still needed broken in around her neck until her ensemble was pointed out. “Oh goodness” she muttered, her cheeks flushing with color as she remembered just how big a mess she was, “Which bit of it?” she questioned, just hoping she wasn’t being made fun of. 

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Mia’s life was filled with noise, a constant battle of what could possibly be the loudest. A household with four children, a wife constantly puttering around the place, and a gym filled with blasting music and people grunting tend to make it difficult for moments of silence to find Mia, making moments like this one very rare. And yet, as Mia sat on the bench listening to the wind blow around her, she found the lack of noise unnerving. She was almost grateful for the sound of footsteps as someone approached her spot. “What’s up?”

Tired seemed to be an incredibly consistent feeling in Ayla’s life. Before Sophia had been born she had woke each day before dawn and gone to bed well after it had set again and though she would never regret dancing she did regret not getting as much sleep as she possibly could while she was still able. Before her daughter she hadn’t known that someone’s day could be ruined because she had packed the blue sippy cup and she had wanted the green one. She’d tried everything, but nothing was quelling Sophia’s bad mood. That’s why she moved so quickly along the pavement towards home. Mia speaking caught her off guard and she jumped slightly, squeezing Sophia’s hand a little too hard in her panic and causing the toddler to start crying. “I’m so sorry” Ayla muttered, “I think she’s just tired...” she trailed off, stooping to scoop her daughter up into her arms. 

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