London, ENB studios

Amber was finally done with her long hours with the agent. She was dashing up the stairs in the building, the anticipation eating her alive. She had been running from one boutique to another, all morning, and seeing M. Styles wasn’t her greatest joy. How could any red-blooded woman be infatuated with him. Even she fell in his enrapturing trap… The comment he gave her earlier made her blush. Ballet dancers had a flat chest, growing up with a strained training wasn’t flattering for a curvy body figure. Usually nobody would even dare to make such an immature comment.


The crave for ballet class was growing stronger by the second. She was unable to think of something else, as if her brain was wired to yearn for suffering and beauty. The ecstasy you felt on stage, was a cumulation of pain and loath behind the scenes. Every dancer knew that, but still kept twirling and pressuring his body on stage. She thought of her different feelings dripping in her guts. How every move had his lone story. The rush, and angst in the slowest movements. She was drowned in her thoughts as a sweet voice called her.


“- Hey Amber”, a very late Eleanor said.


She was just as late as Amber for the afternoon rehearsal. But she wasn’t near as excited or willing to step through the studio doors. Her eyes were puffy and red. She had dark circles around her eyes. She looked worn out and tired, as if she had cried all night. Her eyelids were heavy over her glassy eyes. Her hair was messily hanging around her wan face. She wasn’t wearing her usual cute smile, and the curious light in her glance seemed dead.


“- Hey, what’s going on? You look quite poor today.”, Amber inquired, actually caring about her partner’s health.


Eleanor rose her head, brown strands of hair on her forehead, avoiding her eyes. She seemed to be on the verge of crying. She tensed her lips, holding her tears in. Amber looked at her with compassion. She guessed her life wasn’t easy. No matter how genuine she was, her heart was wrecked. Eleanor had a big one, it would bleed endlessly if it tore. She gently smiled at her, patting her shoulder. Surprised, Eleanor watched her, with slight gratitude in her bloodshot eyes.


“- Come on let’s get inside, you need to shake it off, Eleanor.”, Amber said not asking any questions.


She knew Eleanor would talk as soon as she was ready for it. She didn’t want to bother her with her questions. It wasn’t her right to worm into her private life if she didn’t want to. She opened the door, and the warm sunlight caressed their tired faces. Amber pushed Eleanor inside. Every dancer knew how blissful it felt to lose yourself to the dance. How often your body, the choreography, the music took over your mind. It blew of all your problems. At least most of them, Amber thought, remembering how M. Styles kept creeping back to her thoughts.


Amber was already changed and just quickly threw her bags in the back of the room. With a tired glance, she watched her colleagues warming up at the wooden bars. The mirrors were reflecting their bodies moving gracefully, stretching, jumping, rehearsing eight-eight “battés”. The teacher soon came in and called everybody at the bars. Amber could see Eleanor in the corner of her eye, slowing moving. Something must really be wrong. But Amber brushed off the awkward feeling and waited for the next break.


Amber was tired, she couldn’t feel her body anymore. Her vision was blurry and the world veiled by exhaustion. Eleanor’s state was probably worse. Both were suffering from lack of sleep and were compromising their performances. Rage was growing in Amber’s heart. How dare he destroy her, influenced her in every moment. Even if at the bottom of her heart she knew she was only angry against herself. It was only a matter of time until the teacher would notice, and replace them.


Amber walked her way to where Eleanor had been sitting for the past five minutes. She sat down next to her, trying not to fall down as a heavy bag. Both of them were out of breath, a slim cover of sweat on their skin. Dirty hair, flowing out of their tight chignon. For a while, they just sat there, waiting. After a few minutes, Eleanor took a deep breath and said:


“- Louis invited me to his engagement party.”

Notes

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