Marinette

The moon shined against the dark streets of Paris. Midnight jogs were the only activities taking place at this time of night but luckily for me, everyone was sleeping. The window that gave a clear view to the locked dance room stood before me.

This might seem out of character, me breaking into my beloved dance school. Trust me, I think so too. But I have to practice my ballet techniques somewhere. Practicing at home isn't very ideal and I never have time to practice in class.

I take a deep breath, fingers sliding under the window and pushing it open. The room filled with mirrors was soon revealed to me and I gave a sigh of relief to the sound of no alarms. Stepping into the room, dance bag in hand, I look around.

"This is crazy" I mumble to myself, turning to close to window and stop the cold air from rushing in.

The room felt more peaceful with the lights off. It looked less like a battle ground and more like an actual ballet room. All the usual bundled up stress that I feel in the day time was surprisingly gone.

My body moved automatically, my toes pointing as I began to practice my fouettés (video above).

Even without music, everything felt so natural. As I spun, imaginary music filled the room around me. I closed my eyes and began to relax. Classical music, the music would be classical.

I start to count my spins in my head. I could only make it to 9 full turns, which wasn't enough. The room starts to shift as my body continues to spin.

After the 9th spin, I knew I would start to loose my balance. I always do.

Surprisingly, I make it to my tenth turn before starting to loose speed. My feet come to a stop but the room was still spinning. I stagger, the dizziness to strong.

I start to fall, but I never hit the ground. Shock pierces through me as I feel gloved hands grip my sides.

I look up to see electric green eyes.