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This is an assignment from design theory we were given a image and told to write a story. here is mine enjoy.

Inspiration: Dance as an escape (ballet shoe picture)

Ideation: Passion, Determination, Hard work, Painful, Practice, Training, Busy, Strong, Distraction, Emotional, Goals(Escape), Expression, Freedom

The Ballet Feet

The Young Woman, Jennifer, left her home in the late afternoon during another of her parents fights, who seemed to always be at each others throats. She wondered through an old part of town and entered the abandoned, rundown dance studio. the studio is one of the few buildings that hasn’t be vandalized so the majority of the mirrors in the rehearsal room are intact. She lit an old lantern and In the Dimly lit space she practiced and pursued her passion of ballet. After a couple of hours she tumbled attempting a pirouette. laying in a ball on the cold damp floor, tears streaming down her face she realizes how much the fighting between her parents hurts her. she decided that she must succeed as a dancer to escape the pain in her home life. Jennifer applied for a scholarship to Julliard and for the next six months she spent all of her spare time practicing and training in her depressing, abandoned studio.

As the Months Passed the fights between her parents only seemed to intensify and Jennifer found herself avoiding going home almost completely. She had received a letter from Julliard informing her of an audition recital that was being held for applicants in her city, along with all of the information on expectations and requirements.

For the few days leading up to her audition Jennifer Worked herself as hard as she could. Her bruised feet feeling numb against the cold, damp floor of the studio. Finally the day had come and in a frenzy she rushed about her house gathering her audition papers and routine music. As she finally found everything she noticed an ominous looking envelope on the kitchen counter with the label "Divorce Papers", with no time to process what the envelope meant she grabbed her things and ran off to her scholarship audition.

Standing behind the stage waiting to be called out in front of the large crowd and admissions judges her heart and mind raced. She started to understand what she had seen at home. finally her name was called and as she made her way on to the stage her heart was pounding in her chest. looking out across the crowd she started to dance and about half way in realized that her parents hadn't arrived. With tears swelling in her eyes she attempted a "Pas De Chat" or "step of the cat". While tears blurred her vision she flew into the air but she landed in an awkward position and stumbling she fell of the edge of the stage. A loud crack echoed in her ears amid a sea of gasp followed by her subdued moans of pain. barely conscious laying on the cold floor tears fell endlessly she could her the judges voices cut through the noise. She only heard one thing before losing consciousness, "such a shame, I doubt that poor girl will ever dance again."

Laying in bed a few weeks later in a cast, she heard her parents fighting again. Those most recent fights had been the worst ever as her parents blamed one another for her accident. Tired of the argument she grabbed her crutches and snuck out of the house. Jennifer headed through the old part of town to her abandoned studio to be alone. She sat on the cold, damp floor staring into one of the broken mirrors. Gazing into her fractured reflection she realized that the mirror was reflecting her life as well as her body. Her parents were getting a divorce, she was alone, and the worst thing was that she would never be able to escape as she planned to because the judge was right. the doctors had confirmed that it was very unlikely that she could ever dance professionally.

As the tears started swelling in her eyes, she saw a glint of light on the floor in front of her and reaching out she found a sharp shard of the mirror. Staring into the shard, warm tears rolling steadily down her pale cheeks she decided that she could still escape, she could still get away from it all. gripping the mirrored shard tightly she ran the cold, sharp edge across her wrists. While the warm blood flowed from her body she began to relax and felt her self slowly losing consciousness. With one last look into the fractured mirror she slumped down to the cold, damp floor. With the light of the lantern fading she laid motionless in the abandoned rundown studio she had so loved.