red shoes {open}

[louisa]

And when I get excited
My little China girl says..
"Oh baby just you shut your mouth"
She says, "Shhhhh...."

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The tiny Chinese girl lie in bed with tears streaming down her face. Her feet pounded in pain, Maestro never ever made her dance so hard before. She whimpered helplessly as she slowly started to sit up and stared down at her feet, they'd been bleeding and Louisa wondered if maybe she had on her slippers if she'd have a pair of red shoes as well.

Maestro had forced her to dance. She knew that she was lucky to be in his class. She was lucky that he was somebody who wanted to take care of her. She was lucky that he wanted to have her excel at dancing. She rubbed her feet with he tiny hands and a frown as she tried to fall back asleep.


Louisa panted. Maybe she had drove him to it but, Louisa sighed. "Mmm..." her eyes closed half way and the young woman's almond shaped eyes squeezed shut. Eyebrows knit towards each other and she sighed gently. The young woman wanted to sleep again desperately. "Go back to sleep go back to sleep..." Rolling onto her side she hugged the pillow and tried to sleep.

What a horrible place she was in. There was no time to practice or anything. Louisa preferred her dreams to the reality because in her dreams she could still dance. She could still twirl and jump! She wished that she could run away and beg her Maestro to teach her once more. But that was impossible. He wasn't going to do any dancing any time soon. That she would be a good dancer and not be such a failure. But she couldn't. She missed him. Sniffing, she rubbed her miniscule nose with her wrist as she slipped out of bed.

Staring down at her feet sadly her thin eyebrows knit towards each other and her almond eyes squeezed shut. Even though they weren't there, she felt her red shoes.

Every true ballerina had a pair of red shoes. In the ballet as well as the Hans Christian Anderson story told a tale of a young girl who was forced to dance. The dancer was only rescued from the horrible fate when the shoes were removed, in the story the girl's feet are chopped off and she is forced to tell people about her missing feet and warn them of their own red shoes. In the ballet they are simply removed upon a priest in which the young girl dies and the shoes are given to another hapless victim. Every real ballerina had a pair of red shoes, they never stopped dancing until some force made them stop.

Sometimes, it was injury and the dancer was forced to stop. Sometimes, it was for love and the dancer stopped in order to spend time with their family. Someone who truly loved ballet would know that as long as they could dance, relationships would always take second place to it. Sometimes, it was age and the dancer was unable to dance. Other times, the guilt of the shoes were far too heavy for some dancers to carry along their shoulders. It was so great--such a reasonability they were unable to handle they would have to choose between one world or another. Louisa's red shoes burned hot like coal against her feet almost every day. True, sometimes he would yell at her but it was when he didn't yell when she worried. If he got quiet she knew that he stopped caring about her. If he stopped caring that meant that he didn't have any hope for her as a ballerina.

He wasn't with her anymore. He wasn't her teacher anymore and she knew that she it was hopeless to keep wishing for him to come back. She made sure that he wouldn't. Frowning she looked over to the floor and beathed in gently through her nose before she decided to wash herself off.

The water ran over her pallid body as she washed out her hair, rubbed the soap all over her skin, as she started to wake up beneath the hot water she sighed happily. That felt a lot better now that she thought about it and the rotten mood she had been in while she had woken up was starting to wash away along with the sweat, troubles, and worries of the day before. Turning off the water she dried herself off and shook the water off of her hair. The demure girl dried herself off--working on her hair last. She dried off her hair. Since it was so short it didn't take her that long for her to get it how she liked it.

Feeling her short hair with her fingers she hoped that she looked presentable. Getting dressed she slipped on some nice clean clothes. Slipping on a gray tank top she slipped on a pair of jeans as well as socks. It was nothing all that special, Louisa was a plain girl as she reasoned a sparrow could put some peacock feathers on but it would still be a sparrow. Maestro had been the only one to tell her how beautiful she was, he loved her hair when it had been long. When she was all dressed she examined herself from what she could see.

She missed dancing, she hated not having a studio to retreat to, she'd have to use the practice rooms to practice. Her eyes closed half way as she stood and she walked forward briskly. Finding her old Convserse sneakers she tied them on and breathed in gently.

Where should she go for the day?

What should she do? Louisa was in a relatively rotten mood and she knew that she was probably not in the mood to deal with too many people. Maybe she should go out to the garden, she thought to herself. She had found it enjoyable in her year stay in her prison. The little captive nightingale meandered outside--the skies were relatiovely gray with clouds overcast she wouldn't be too surprised if it rained.

That was all right with her, she liked the rain. Smiling, she hummed to herself. Her favorite spot was the tree, she liked to climb into it and stay there for hours. It didn't take her too long, she could all but walk there in her sleep. Sighing, she looked up at the sky with her dark almond shaped eyes.

When she made it to her destination the little girl lit up and she clapped her soft hands together. There! She raced forward as though if she didn't run then it would go away. Reaching up to one of the low hanging branches the tiny girl pulled herself up and perched herself up on a branch.

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