Life Isn't Always Perfect
"Come on Flitter be reasonable. He was cute, but sooooo not my type."
"He sooooo, was Cloudchaser. You know he was just your type."
"Was not!"
"Was too!"
"Was not! Right Flowering!"
Flowering Dance started back into reality at her friends voice.
"Oh, sorry Cloudchaser I wasn't listening."
Flowering tried to sound apologetic at not listening.
"Sheesh. It's easy for you to doze off Flowering, you already have a boyfriend."
Cloudchaser glared at her momentarily before turning back to Flitter.
"Anyway, where are we are we going?"
Flowering Dance asked. Flowering and two of her best friends, Flitter and Cloudchaser, were one a walk discussing which stallion was each others type. Flowering having a boyfriend already had tuned them out. Their argument had brought her out of her thoughts.
"Well do you know?"
Flowering asked again. They both looked at her and shrugged their shoulders. Flitter spoke to her first.
"I don't know. I though we were just taking a walk."
Cloudchaser nodded her head in agreement.
"Well whatever than."
Flowering shrugged her shoulders and started following the girls again. As both the girls were back in their conversation about the stallion in question, Flowering crept back into her thoughts. Flowering imagined herself at the studio doing her routine for the recital and mentally went though all the steps. Plie, Arabesque, Jete, Pirouette, and so on. Doing this gave Flowering a sense of longing to be back at the beloved studio. Unfortunately, it was closed today due to remodeling. That was the only reason Flowering agreed to the walk, because if not for the remodeling she would be back at the studio this very minute! Sighing heavily, Flowering tried to tune back into the conversation.
"Oh I know wasn't it just silly. It's like dude you could, like, to attempt to try to flirt normally."
Flitter was of course talking about the wayward poet who was smitten with her, and had been following her everywhere composing for her.
"Your so right Flitter. He's just, like, being so stalkerish, you know."
Cloudchaser gave Flitter a sympathetic look. Flowering sighed again as they both gossiped incessantly. She knew this would go on for a while, so she tried to politely extract herself from their walk.
"Um, excuse me girls, but I'm afraid I have an appointment I really must be going to."
Both girls turned to give her a stricken look.
"But we were just getting to the good part!"
Flitter protested.
"I bet you were."
Flowering said under her breath.
"I'm so sorry girls really, but I must be going."
Flowering gave the girls an apologetic smile. Frowning sadly both girls gave Flowering their goodbyes before she turned and trotted away.
Turning a corner, Flowering started galloping. After getting a fair distance away Flowering let out a whoop of victory.
"Life is good!"
She thought as galloped back to her house.
Life Isn't Always Perfect
Galloping for some distance longer, Flowering finally stopped. Panting heavily Flowering continued on, walking though. A few minutes later she stopped in front of a giant white building with the words Manehatten Grand Ballet craved in the front. Flowering thought back to the time she first saw this building. Back then she had just been excepted into the academy. Flowering remembered how she was wonder struck by the building that was going to be her new home for the next few years. Smiling Flowering entered inside. Sighing with pleasure as she crossed the plush red carpet of the front entry, Flowering looked longingly down the hall that held the studio's. Frowning crossly at the sign that read Closed for Remodeling, Flowering walked over to the stairs on the other side of the room that lead to the private quarters. Climbing the stairs, Flowering crossed the hallway and opened the last door to enter her room. Inside the room the walls were a muted pink, and the bed spread was a lime green. Flowering had hung up posters of famous ballet dancers all over the room. Sitting next to her bed was her worn out ballet bag filled with all her shoes and various supplies. Knowing she only had a few minutes Flowering grabbed her bag and trotted back down the stairs. Crossing the hall Flowering made her way past the dratted sign and into the studio. Once inside Flowering quickly changed into her pointe shoes. Luckily only the mirrors had been taken out and not the marely floor or she wouldn't have been able to dance at all. Having put her shoes on Flowering made her way to CD player in the corner that was connected to speakers above. Putting in her favorite CD and pressing play, Flowering quickly went to the middle of the floor to start. When the music started Flowering started dancing. Leaping and turning and jumping across the floor, Flowering felt herself being lost to the hold of the music. Giving over complete control to the music, Flowering closed her eyes and let herself enjoy this feeling of complete freedom and joy she had. Flowering had been dancing for several minutes before she heard soft hooves applauding her. Snapping out of her trance Flowering turned to face the intruder.
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry Madame."
The intruder, who turned out to be Madame Sonnet, simply laughed.
"Flowering my dear I should be the one apologizing. That performance was magnificent my dear, and don't worry about intruding many other girls have committed this crime, myself including."
Flowering gave a surprised face at this new piece of information.
"Yes my dear we have all been on tiptoes waiting for it to be done and some just can't wait."
Flowering gaped at her teacher for a second before bursting out laughing, and soon her teacher joined her. After a few minutes they both calmed down enough to speak.
"Thank you Madame Sonnet for telling me this I'm afraid I would be quite guilty afterwords if not for this surprising revelation. "
Flowering gave her a relieved smile. Madame Sonnet smiled a warm motherly smile at her.
"Come Flowering, I believe it is time for lunch and your probably hungry."
Seconds later, Flowerings stomach growled loudly. Laughing Flowering took off her shoes and joined her teacher in walking to the dining room for lunch.
