The ballet studio was quiet and still. It could only be a couple of hours since it had been full of girls dancing for their ballet teacher, Madame Za-Za. Now there was just one girl left.
Delphie Durand pressed the button on the CD player and then ran lightly to the centre of the room. She waited for the music to start, one foot slightly in front of the other, her head bent, her eyes looking down at her red ballet shoes. All the other girls in her class had pink ones but it wasnât just the colour that made Delphieâs shoes different from theirs. Delphieâs ballet shoes were also magic!
Madame Za-Za, the owner of the ballet school, had given them to Delphie three weeks ago. Sheâd told her they were very special but Delphie hadnât known just how special until two nights later when the shoes had started glowing and sparkling. When Delphie had put them on, they had whisked her away to Enchantia â a magical land where all the characters from the different ballets lived. A land full of incredible adventures!
Delphie smiled as she remembered the adventure sheâd had there. It had been scary but amazing! Just then, the first few notes of the music swelled out from the CD player. Delphie quickly pushed thoughts of Enchantia to the back of her mind. She had to get this dance right.
She heard the music she had been waiting for and glided forward into a run, taking tiny steps as she skimmed across the floor. As the music changed, she stopped on her tiptoes, looking from side to side like a bird, her arms held slightly behind her like wings. Wait, Delphie told herself, listening to the music carefully. One, twoâ¦
She danced forward and turned a pirouette, before travelling forward again and stopping with one leg held behind her, one arm in front, trying to look as if she was a bird flying. All of Madame Za-Zaâs instructions from the class earlier ran through her head â lift the chin⦠shoulders down⦠keep your back strong⦠turn out that legâ¦
Delphie was so busy thinking about the placing of her leg that she lost her balance and stumbled. Bother! It was so hard trying to concentrate on everything at the same time. Before she had started ballet classes, she had simply danced just how she had felt. Now she was learning that you had to make sure every bit of your body was doing the right thing at the right time. But Delphie found that when she concentrated on her legs, she forgot about her arms and then she remembered them and realised her head was wrong and her shoulders were up and by the time she had got those right, her legs were wrong again.
But Iâve got to get it right, she thought as she walked back over to the CD player to restart the music. Thereâs only one day to go!
The very next morning there were going to be auditions for the schoolâs end of term show. It was a woodland ballet and the main part was the Bluebird. All of Delphieâs class wanted to be the Bluebird. Delphie had been practising and practising.
The door to the studio opened and Delphie saw Madame Za-Za look in. A slim, elegant woman with her greying hair pulled back into a low bun, she was wearing a long floaty skirt over footless tights and a wrapover top.
âWell, Delphie?â she said. âHow is it going?â
As Delphie met her teacherâs gaze, she couldnât stop the truth from bursting out. âActually, Iâm not doing very well, Madame Za-Za. I just canât seem to get the dance right no matter how hard I try!â
âMaybe you are trying too hard, child,â Madame Za-Za said.
Delphie frowned. âWhat do you mean?â
âIt will make sense one day, Delphie,â Madame Za-Za said with a smile. âMaybe sooner than you imagine.â And with that she left the room.