Chapter 5 5

Amelia's Perspective.

I woke up bright and early at 6:00 in the morning, ready to kickstart my workout routine. I picked out a sleek white Puma exercise ensemble, complete with a sports bra and shorts, and topped off the look with matching trainers. After a quick hair brushing session, I tied my hair up in a high ponytail, keeping it out of my face for my workout.

Heading downstairs, I made my way to the kitchen for a quick pre-workout snack – a ripe banana. I knew I needed some energy for the session ahead. With my snack sorted, I snatched up a bottle of water as I made my way to the gym, conveniently located within my penthouse.

I began my workout with a proper warm-up, focusing on preparing my body for the more intense exercises to come. Twenty minutes on the stairs got my heart rate up, and I was ready to shift into a higher gear.

The main part of my workout concentrated on working my entire body, but I made a conscious effort to give extra attention to my glutes while easing up on my arms and back exercises. I wanted to maintain a balanced and toned physique without getting too bulky.

After two hours of intense exercise, I sat in the split position, my phone rang and I answered the FaceTime call, setting my phone in front of myself.

"Hello, my gorgeous bestie! How are you doing this fine morning?"- stated Leila cheerfully

"Hi there. I am good, thank you. How are you? Is everything alright?"- I replied softly, switching my split to the other side.

"Oh, I am doing spectacularly. I got a nice dick first thing in the morning from my handsome, hot, dark-skinned Zeus, we had breakfast together and I am officially his girlfriend."- chirped my best friend in joy as I smiled.

"I am very happy for you. You deserve the best."- I spoke sincerely as she grinned merrily.

"Thank you, Amy."- she answered, beaming with delight.

We chatted while I finished up my workout and exchanged "see you soon". I went to the bathroom and showered before doing my regiment. I applied a little bit of makeup and got dressed for the day.

Then I packed my bag, took clothes for the classes, and headed downstairs. I drove to the academy, recalling all the lessons that I had for the day - 4 classes, 2 hours lasts each of them. After work, I have to go grocery shopping. In 15 minutes I arrived and parked, taking my bags on my way out.

"Good morning."- I politely greeted the security, who replied just as friendly.

I went to my office and set my Dior bag on the desk and went to change in the bathroom. I brushed my hair once more before tying it in a neat bun, securing it with bobby pins. Then I got dressed in appropriate clothes: a black leotard, a white and flowy skirt, and tights.

"Snickerdoodle."- I mumbled frustratedly, realizing I needed to take new pointe shoes.

It is not that simple - just take them and put them on. You have to break them correctly in order for them to be comfortable and fit you right. I sat down on the floor and got to work, doing the all too familiar routine. That also reminded me that I would have to order a few backup pairs since I took the last one.

Once I was done, I wore the white pointe shoes, wiggling my feet a bit to get more comfortable.

"I will always be astonished by the fact that you still have such gorgeous feet inspite dancing for years."- stated Leila, waltzing into the office.

"Thank you."- I replied softly, getting up.

And so the day began. Leila took her place at the reception and I checked all the paperwork and salary information. My first class begins at 10 o'clock.

Once the clock struck 09:45, I went to the reception to give Leila a look through files.

"Good morning, Miss James."- said a familiar sweet voice, making me smile.

"Good morning, Zara."- I replied warmly, crouching down to her level.

"You look wonderful."- I said profoundly as she smiled brightly.

"But what happened with a bun?"- I wondered softly, giggling at the adorable attempt.

"I tried."- said Mr Dixon in his velvety, fruity, deep voice that had a different tune to it today: much warmer notes glistened in it now.

"The effort is very appreciated."- I spoke genuinely, smiling at him.

"Come on, I will show you to the changing room and I will help you with the bun."- I said warmly and calmly as she nodded eagerly, smiling beautifully.

"I will pick you up in 2 hours, honey."- said Mr Dixon, getting down to her level.

My heart brimmed with such foreign emotions as I saw them exchange hugs and heartwarming I love you. I have never felt this way: touched, in awe, and yearning for such a close bond with somebody.

I led her to the changing room and gave her the key to her own locker, where she could keep her bag, coat, and other necessities. Each student has one since the number of places is very limited.

I am proud to say that I founded a ballet academy of the most remarkable scale, making it the most luxurious, and greatest school of ballet. It is very hard to get in, but everyone, who does, reaches incredible opportunities, and their career leaps to wonderful levels.

Once she took off her coat and put on ballet slippers, she sat down on the white bench and I took the brush from her. I gently took off the bobby pins, letting her chocolate brown, long, velvety hair loose. I lightly brushed it and gathered it up, tying it in a high and securing it in a bun, being tender and careful not to hurt her.

"Can I ask you something, Miss James?"- asked Zara as I secured her bun.

"Of course."- I replied with a smile, meeting her precious gaze through the mirror.

"How long have you danced ballet?"- she wondered cutely, making me smile brighter.

"For 15 years. I began dancing when I was 4 - your age."- I calmly answered, tucking strands of her hair in a bun to make it sleek.

"Wow."- she whispered adorably, playing with the light pink skirt.

"All set. You look beautiful."- I said warmly and she smiled brightly, meeting my gaze.

"Thank you very much, Miss James."- replied courteously Zara.

"Always, Zara."- I said softly, offering her my hand so she could get off the bench.

We went to the class and waited for other girls and boys, who came in time.

"Good morning everyone. My name is Amelia James and I will be your teacher. If you have any questions or concerns, you are always welcome to come to me."- I stated friendly with a smile that they returned.

Kids introduced themselves, getting to know each other a bit, and I did my best to remember all 13 names. Soon I began the class. We began with a proper warm-up while I explained the program and the process.

They are very young, so the actual dancing is too soon to practice. I usually start with dancing at the age of 8 at least. With little ones, I work on technique, knowledge of theory, stretching, and pace of movements.

"Good job, everyone."- I praised them for their wonderful discipline and diligence.

I set the pillow aside and checked on everyone individually, helping out and practicing with them personally, explaining everything, and giving tips on how to be steadier.