Post by Coraline Anne Sciuto on Nov 12, 2009 22:30:18 GMT -5
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S I N G L I K E N O O N E C A N H E A RCoraline had been teaching the dance class at the local studio since June, but every day seemed like a new lesson to the eight teen year old college freshman. She wondered, once in a while, if she missed a once in a life time chance to be a famous dancer. But she knew that Carrie needed her, her own dreams would have to wait. Coraline always put everyone before herself, it was just the kind of person she was. Cora knew she wouldn't change a thing about herself, she liked who she was.
After dressing for the class in her shorts, tank top and slippers, the woman put her hair up in a tight pony tail. Looking in the mirror she nodded at herself and left the dressing room. The room had hard wood floors and mirrors on virtually every wall. There were pars going around the room as well. Dance, it was Cora's first passion. It had helped her through the death of her mother and her family's move from the suburbs of America to Romania.
Going over to the radio she put in a CD and pushed play. Tchaikovsky's "Waltz of the Snowflakes" from The Nutcracker began to radiate from the small, but powerful radio. Becoming overcome by the music the brunette began to move swiftly and easily to the music. Her body taking over, twirls, leaps, she looked as graceful as a snowflake.
When the song was over, Coraline stopped. She hadn't noticed the people at the door. Panting slightly Cora walked over to the CD player and turned it off. "Welcome," said the woman with a smile as she ushered the students in. "Come on in." There was always a smile on the young woman's face. Dancing made her happy, and she was glad she could share that with the students.
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