Chapter 26Pointe shoe day! If I die now, I’ll die happy. I ran to the studio. My last boy workout. New technique on the way. Boy dancing and girl dancing are alike—I know that—but I need this last workout so my real life, my ballerina life, can begin.
Princes, ballrooms, chandeliers, and sparkle danced in my dreams. Last night, they treated me like the person I feel I am. I whirled in my beautiful dress, dancing my heart out with my two princes. Last night, at the Venetian and in my dreams, was magical.
Then morning compelled me into the studio.
I breathe each breath for the dance. This morning is so special because soon I’ll be learning how to dance like Anna Pavlova, Margot Fonteyn, Misty Copeland, and all the ballerinas en pointe before me.
Life is good.
As soon as I finished that
