Virgil Storms was more than nervous as he walked into his very first ballet class at Mindscape Dance Academy. This was it, everything he had worked for his entire life, he was finally going to school for dance. He’d dreamed of this moment since he was a small child in the dance classes at the YMCA, back then you didn’t need skills, but now…
“Now if you want a hope of passing my class you will dance, dance, and dance some more” the heavy and harsh French accent of his new dance teacher hit him hard and heavy. “At the end of the month, there will be a showcase in which you will all partake in” A sharp inhale from the fast-moving, fairy-like teacher, “After the showcase, you will perform once again, but this time for staff, and that will determine if you will move on and stay in this school, or if you will have to find another career” Another long pause. “This school only takes the best dancers, and if your skill hasn’t improved since you’ve taken this class, then you will leave, your skills are at their peak and we cannot offer you help, you will stay a mediocre dancer.” With that, the teacher clapped and all of the students in the room got to their feet and began warming up.
Virgil was in the corner of the room stretching, sure he was showing off a little bit, but wasn’t everybody. A true ballerina always wants to let the other dancers know what they’re up against. Virgil Storm may be anxious in personality, but when he danced, all of his worries melted away, nothing mattered anymore, it was just Virgil and the dance floor.
The music began playing and Virgil began dancing to it, he recognized the song almost instantly, “Dance of The Sugar Plum Fairies” from The Nutcracker. The purple-haired teen felt almost smug as he began dancing along to the piece nearly perfect. A lot of his peers were having trouble with getting the moves down, only Virgil, a boy with glasses and a pink leotard, and a girl with her purple and blue hair pulled up tightly in that perfect ballerina bun had gotten the routine down and were dancing perfectly in sync with the music. Madam Daisy, the ballet teacher was mildly impressed with the three, though her face only showed disdain for the vast majority of the class who couldn’t seem to do the dance combinations correctly.
The song faded out and the class went into their closing positions, only the three students who had the routine down well were in the correct stance.
“That was a sorry excuse for a warm-up dance, I expected better from the so-called elite dancers of Mindscape Dance Academy” she spat at the class a look of disappointment on her face. “I chose an easy piece to warm up to and you fail at it, so instead of moving on to another piece, you will be assigned groups of three and you will work on this piece, by the end of the week, you are expected to know this dance like you know your ABCs, able to do it at any time, I will be choosing your groups” at that, a blonde girl in the middle of the dance formation scoffed, but didn’t say anything further. “Virgil, Alice, and Emile you three are a trio, I expect you to have a good grasp on this by the end of the week” The three stood with each other as Madam Daisy called out more trios of dancers.
“Here’s my number, I’m Alice,” Alice said handing both Virgil and the pink-haired boy her number. The pink-haired boy put the number in his phone and smiled at the two,
“I’m Emile,” He said brightly.
“Virgil,” Virgil said without much fan fare. After the short introduction, the trio got to work, this dance wasn’t going to perfect itself and they wanted to stay in that school even if it killed them.
