KAT
A musty smell hits my nose as soon as Gunner opens the rusty chain on the gymnasium doors. The sun shines brightly through the cracks in the boarded-up windows and dust particles float through the air. Besides needing a thorough cleaning, the floors are smooth, and the space is large. All we would need are some barres and hopefully some large mirrors.
Sliding off my old tennis shoes I slip on my ballet slippers and test them out on the dusty floor. Stepping into the center of the floor my mind makes up the music that I am so used to hearing in this moment. Holding my arms gracefully at my side my feet find their way through the positions. First, second, third, fourth.
My slippers slide easily on the floor but not so much that I slip. Beginning in fourth position I start a
