. sofita .

sofia alonso . 29 . personal assistant . dancer [rp blog]

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ari observed , from his claimed spot near the door , as isabella watched her dance teacher with pure and unadulterated fascination as the ballerina gave the announcements for the day as a smile spread through his lips . he often got to see his daughter exist with others , notice the way she always formulated an opinion on them based on just a few words ( and how they often proved to be right ) . it had been the same with sofia , from the moment his daughter had met the dance instructor after the two of them had spent a week hunting for any after school activity , isabella had been completely bewitched by her and had begged her father to let her take ballet lessons with her , claiming she wanted to be just like her when she grew up .

to say the former actor was thankful for sofia's presence in his daughter's life was an understatement . isabella was a bright kid , cordial and kind , just like her mother . she got along with almost everyone she met and she had grew up to be open and generous with her time and what she had ; the dream of every parent . still , there were nights ari found himself panicking over himself not being good enough for her , over screwing up and changing his daughter's life forever somehow . over her not having her mother by her side and having her feel there was something missing from her life . he knew as hard as he tried , he would simply never be enough on his own , and as dreadful as that realization was , it allowed him to be extra grateful of those who , knowingly or not , gave their time to teach isabella everything he couldn't cover .

he tried his very best , however , to be as present in his daughter's life . reason why he always found himself doing stuff he often didn't do , like baking sales and learning to paint her nails and getting his painted and bedazzled . or , raise his hand as the beautiful dance teacher spoke on the winter recital she and all the kids currently gathering all their belongings and talking with eachother excitedly had been working so hard on . " is there anything we parents can do to help ? " he questioned . if the possibility of himself helping in the recital in any capacity meant he could spend any amount of time with sofia while she was on her element , lost in thought and grinning widely at her pupils as she had been less than five minutes prior , then who was he to deny himself such pleasure whilst also being a present figure in his child's life ?

[sofisalonso]

As soon as she made the announcement-slash-reminder, Sofia could see all the kids turning around to their little friends or even their parents and start to talk about the recital, the glimmer in their eyes was why she did all this, because she could remember feeling that inside of her, the way her tummy used to twist when she thought of dancing on a stage, in front of other people. That's why she did this, not only teach, but put on recitals every six or seven months, so that her students got chances all through the year to showcase their skills. Many of them would never go into professional dance, but that didn't mean they shouldn't get the chance to dance on a theatre stage with their friends in front of their parents and other loved ones.

Sofi heard the question from Aristotle and nodded her head. She didn't really have an answer prepared for this, and with good reason really, because no other parent asked anything, and even a few moms looked at him with a strong face because they didn't really wanna do anything extra. Seeing as nobody else asked, Sofi dropped her bag and walked over to Ari and Isabella, giving the little girl a soft smile before looking up at her dad, already feeling herself blush from the back of her neck all up to her cheeks by even being close to him.

Was she just gonna stand here and pretend nothing had happened when everything had happened? It'd been just one night, she'd sworn to herself she'd never get involved with her students parents, but exes were a hard thing to navigate for her, and Ari had been such a gentleman to her, something she'd never experienced before, so she just... Gave in, in every possible way. And she hadn't stopped thinking about it ever since. Every time Isabella came in, she looked up to the door to see if he was there, and she felt like a teenager every time she caught him staring back.

But that's all it was. One night thing... Right?

"Uhm... Nothing is formally required, we know parents are busy with other things... But there's always things we could find to do. Set construction, painting snowflakes... Would you like that, Bella?" She looked down at the little girl with a sparkle in her eye.

[fclksongs]

location: the private workout room at the gym. with: open { @corneliastarters }

since the ball, della had been yearning for dance. she realized, stone cold sober, and simply having fun with her friends that she felt through movement. her feelings flowed through in a way a words could not express. she had lost a huge part of herself years ago. ballet had been, elegant, graceful, beautiful in the way swans and princesses are meant to be.

and yet, armed with a knee brace and a passion that comes from doing something for herself, della allowed the feeling of the music to guide her every movement, allowing the song to say what she could not. she felt powerful and strong. there was no set routine as she only did what felt right and natural. it felt like soaring, flying, freedom.

it was the same high that she was chasing in clubs and with party drugs - the music pulsing through her. yet, she felt entirely grounded in herself.

the heavy wooden door closes behind her, and della turns down the music. "sorry if that was too loud and disturbing your workout. the dance studio didn't have any openings, and i wanted a room with mirrors." this was only a half truth. the dance studio had openings, but her security hadn't done a propper sweep of the building. they had of the gym and knew every exit.

she rubs absently at her injured thigh, having reached a limit of some kind.

[sofisalonso]

Even though her sprain had been years ago, Sofi had never really been able to fully recover as much as she wanted to. When it first happened, she didn't even wanna go in. The twist reminded her too much of her past, it hurt far too much, and she'd been told that even though the sprain was temporary, she had a lot more urgent things to fix, starting with the love she had for herself. That'd come, but not easily, and not quickly, and before she knew it, she was getting better, but the constant and lingering pain from that twisted ankle was still there, like a sore in her mouth that stung whenever she took a drink of cold water.

Years passed, and after she'd gotten a stable job at the studio, the dancer had gotten the urge to dance again, and as soon as she took her first steps, there it was. First few steps on jazz heels, there it was again. So, with the money of her first few paychecks, she'd gone to see the doctor and get an opinion. The sprain itself had healed, but she needed to strengthen everything to make sure it didn't hurt as much as it could. So, she did. She got a gym membership and did all the exercises she was told to get back into shape. In her mind it was a temporary thing, just to fix herself to be able to dance, but even after the doctor had told her she should be fine for now, Sofia was still at the gym every morning. It gave her a sense of purpose, it made her feel healthier and stronger, gave her stamina, and set her off on a good day in the morning.

Today had been a good morning workout, a few miles on the treadmill and then a solid arm workout day. She was about to leave, until she took her headphones off and heard the music... And the curiosity got the best of her. Swinging one of the doors open, she stayed there staring at Della. They'd gone to a few dance classes together, she was a fantastic dancer. Sofi must've been staring, because Della noticed "Oh, no... No, sorry, I'm- I heard the music and I had to come see... That was very nice- Are you alright?" She asked as she saw the other holding her thigh.

[poetrysings-arc]

location : sofia's dance studio

status : closed starter from 𝚊𝚛𝚒 for 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚒𝚊 ( @sofisalonso )

ari arrives to the dance studio ten minutes before the lesson is finished , but not by mistake . he makes sure to leave our song in the hands of the manager and goes as far as to buy them a snack before leaving earlier than usual , takes the route he knows will give him an advantage to the ticking of the clock and when he parks outside the studio , he wastes no time checking himself in the mirror . if anyone asked the reason , he could argue watching isabella dance brings him an absurd amount of joy , which would be true . before his daughter came into the world , the singer / actor had never understood the real meaning of love and devotion until that fateful night she was born and her tiny hand wrapped around his finger for the first time . her joy after that moment became his main objective in life , her existance the bigger source of happiness for him . watching her grow up , speak , dance , sing — not a day went by when he wasn't completely bewitched by his daughter's mere existence and if he got to spend some minutes siting idle , seeing her exist and learn to gracefully move and dance and make long-lasting memories in her dance classes , he'd happily do so .

those weren't the only motives , however .

she had met sofia through the classes , the attraction had been instant . she was undoubtedly beautiful , graceful and a wonderful performer , captivating from the first instant . he had tried to resist , keep himself from getting onto dangerous territory with someone close to his daughter . it was a rule he had imposed on himself : the only people off limits were those who knew isabella . yet , it had proven to be harder and harder the more he got to share with the dance instructor until they had ended up entangled . he had expected to feel regret , to try to look the other way and keep himself from getting closer to the dancer yet here he was , excited to see her again , despite how awkward the whole situation was . he remained by the door , glance glued to his daughter , stealing occasional glances of the teacher .

it was only when the music stop that isabella noticed her father's presence , her features lightening up as she ran towards him to hug him like she hadn't seen him earlier that morning " dad ! miss sofia taught us how to do a pirouette ! " she exclaimed, turning to face her mentor with a bright smile . " she looks like a princess . dad , isn't miss sofia the prettiest ? " he heard his daughter asking . in return , he grinned, kissing the top of her head and whispering a soft " yes , darling . she sure is . go say goodbye now " . satisfied with his answer , isabella waltzed towards her teacher " thank you for the class , miss . you look pretty today , my dad thinks so too . " she says, much to her father's dismay.

[sofisalonso]

Six and seven year old classes were one of Sofi's favorite classes to do every day. The kids were always so excited, so buoyant with their energy, they could do that all day, and frankly, Sofia could watch them that long too. Every little girl with a tutu reminded her of herself all those years ago, when dancing felt like a release, before it started to feel like a burden and a chain around her neck, and only because of this job did she begin to find happiness around ballet again.

The kids stood at the bar at first, the slow notes from the piano coming from the back speakers in the room, and Sofi went patiently from front to back, first showing them the steps, seeing them repeat those steps. Of course, as soon as the count came in, they did just about anything except what she'd showed, and Sofia couldn't help but laugh quietly before she went around the room, fixing their feet and little arms, telling them to smile and showing them how they were supposed to stand.

Before she knew it, the class was almost over and the kids started with their floor practices. She removed the bars, gave them a few simple steps to repeat, and off they went in groups of three, dancing across the diagonal of the dance studio, feeling like the bigger kids who did this for a longer period. Parents started to gather around the door, taking pictures and looking at their kids like they'd hung the moon in the sky. Sofi couldn't help but smile when looking at them, and her stomach did a funny thing whenever her eyes found Isabella's dad, especially when she saw him looking back at her.

The clock marked the end of the class, and all the kids came into the middle and huddled into a group hug, something Sofi loved to do before letting them go find their parents. She was tidying up the bars when she felt a little tug at her pants, turning around "Hi beautiful-" She knelt down as Isabella spoke, wrapping her arms around the little girl "Oh- Thank.. Thank you to you and your dad, but I think you look the prettiest, Bella" She whispered in the girl's ear and poked at her tummy to tickle her, earning a few giggles before letting her go and looking up at Ari, smiling a little and nodding her head, losing her train of thought for a moment, before getting it back "Oh, before everyone goes, please remember, the Snowflake end of year recital is on December 17th at four in the afternoon in the Garland Theatre around the block, and we'd love to see all of you and your families supporting our little snowflakes"

[sofisalonso]

SOFIA ALONSO tw: eating disorders, body image disorders

name: Sofia Alonso nicknames: sofi, sofita, so, miss alonso date of birth: april 2nd zodiac: aries sun, gemini moon, virgo rising age: 29 residence: woodvale - apt. 207 fc: selena gomez skeleton: glitch - muse A

Ever since they got married, Clara and Rafael Alonso wanted nothing more than a daughter. They struggled to conceive, but after ten years of looking for her, Sofi arrived on a rainy April morning, and their lives changed forever. The two most hard working people worked their fingers to the bone to make sure Sofi had everything she could ever want. A kitten at home, good grades at school and dance practices every single day, nothing would ever be lacking in their daughters life if they could prevent it.

From a very early age, everyone around them realized Sofi was gifted at dance. Any style she tried, wether it be jazz, contemporary, hip hop or ballet, she became great at quicker than the rest of the kids. If you asked her, she'd say she could feel the music telling her where to go and how to move, and she loved every single second of it. Classical music was a treat to her, and even though ballet was the style that less allowed her that freedom of movement, it's the one she loved the most. The pink tights and tutus were everything to her as a little girl, so when asked what she wanted to be when she was older, one answer was clear: Sofia Alonso wanted to be a ballerina at the New York City Ballet.

She auditioned for the School of American Ballet when she turned six and didn't make the cut, but the year she turned seven she was admitted, even scoring a full scholarship, and stayed there all of her schooling years, until she turned 18.

Twelve years of ballet school left Sofia... Scarred. She'd become obsessed with her weight and her proportions, everything about her had been scrutinized, poked and prodded in public, comments unlike anything else she'd ever heard, and she'd been able to take it all, until one of her last days in class, she hadn't been sleeping and barely eating trying to prepare for her end of year assessment, she missed the landing on a jump with her partner and sprained her ankle. All the years of hard work down the drain. She probably could've recovered from that but her body was in such a state, and her mind in an even worst one, that after one visit to a doctor, he noticed how rib-showingly-skinny she was and asked if someone had been doing this to her on purpose, she realized this was too much, this was the final straw. She couldn't live her whole life like this, there was so much more to life than dancing on stage but also feeling hungry and sore all the time.

So she quit. Much to the displeasure of her parents, who'd worked their whole life to see their daughter be a principal at the New York City Ballet, Sofia felt happy and free for the first time ever. She worked odd jobs here and there for the first year, not wanting to be anywhere near a dance studio and getting healthy once again, and one day, one of her friends asked her to come with her to pick her daughter up at ballet school. Seeing all those little girls so happy, so overjoyed with their little outfits, it brought back the love she'd felt as a child. That's what she wanted to do, she didn't want to be a ballerina, she wanted to help little girls fall in love with dance.

Sofi got a job at the studio the following week, and has been working there for the past five years, starting from helping out randomly to now teacing six classes a day, all to little girls from beginners to starting to shape up for ballet schools. She didn't have the heart to teach older girls, she couldn't be mean or rough with them, it made her feel so much pain.

Aside from that, Sofi enjoys reading, listening to music, spending time with her cat Mabel and dancing with her heart on her time off.