۶ৎ INTRODUCING BALLET READER !
satin ribbons leg warmers iced coffee rehearsals pointe shoes serenity classical music fresh bouquets love letters dior perfume pirouettes
Ballet reader ! who has an almost impossible amount of self-discipline. She'll wake up before sunrise for rehearsals, stretch while waiting for the kettle to boil, and practise combinations in empty hallways without even thinking about it. Discipline stoped feeling like a choice years ago—it simply became a part of who she is.
Ballet reader ! whose posture never really disappears. Even curled up on the sofa in oversized pyjamas, she somehow still sits with her shoulders relaxed, her back straight, and her movement deliberate. Years of correction from teachers have become muscle memory.
Ballet reader ! who has learned that elegance is often mistaken for fragility. People assume she's delicate because she's quiet, but they've never seen her dance through blistered feet, bruised toes, and twelve-hour rehearsal days without complaining.
Ballet reader ! who has a surprisingly dry sense of humour once she's comfortable. She's quiet around strangers, but around people she loves she'll slip little sarcastic comments into conversations so casually that it sometimes takes a second for everyone else to realise she's joking.
Ballet reader ! who is strangely fearless in some situations and overly cautious in others. Performing in front of hundreds of people? Fine. Making a phone call to book an appointment? She'll rehearse what she's going to say three times first.
Ballet reader ! who falls in love with people's character long before she notices their appearance. She remembers the way someone speaks to waiters, how gently they hold babies, whether they notice when someone needs help without being asked. Attraction fades but kindness rarely does.
Ballet reader ! who secretly loves museums more than shopping. She could spend hours wandering through quiet galleries, reading every little plaque, standing in front of the same painting until everyone else has moved on. She likes places where nobody expects you to fill the silence.
Ballet reader ! who believes everyone deserves flowers at least once in their life for no particular reason. She'll buy bouquets simply because someone had a difficult week or because peonies were finally in season. Celebrating people shouldn't require an occasion.
Ballet reader ! who wears the same perfume before every performance. It started as superstition more than anything else, but after years of associating that familiar scent with stepping onto a stage, she can't imagine dancing without it. One spray on each wrist, one behind her ears, and suddenly the nerves become excitement.
Ballet reader ! who inherited her mother's habit of keeping everything sentimental. Old recital tickets, birthday cards, dried flowers, tiny ribbons—they're all tucked into boxes because throwing them away feels like losing a memory.
Ballet reader ! who collects vintage ballet books and old theatre programmes whenever she visits a new city. Some are falling apart at the spine, others still have handwritten notes in the margins from previous owners. She likes imagining whose hands held them long before hers.
Ballet reader ! who has spent so much of her life striving to become 'good enough' that she sometimes forgets the people who love her were never waiting for perfection. It takes her longer than she'd like to believe she can be exhausted, uncertain, make mistakes, or simply have a bad day and still be worthy of being chosen.
Ballet reader ! who finds beauty in ordinary routines. She'll open the windows first thing every morning, buy fresh flowers with her groceries, and light a candle even if she's only folding laundry. She grew up believing everyday life deserved the same care and attention as special occasions. She's never quite understood saving beautiful things for 'one day'.
Ballet reader ! who falls in love slowly, but all at once. She'll spend months convincing herself she only admires someone, quietly collecting little reasons why they're wonderful without thinking much of it. Then one ordinary afternoon she'll catch herself smiling at the sound of their laugh or looking for them in every room, and suddenly realise she'd been falling in love long before she'd allowed herself to admit it.
Ballet reader ! who can't resist watching performances whenever she passes a theatre. Even if she only catches five minutes from the back row, she'll stay, completely captivated, as though she's falling in love with ballet all over again.
⤷ BALLET READER WORKS !!
the language of peonies ◞ intermission ◞ home is wherever you are ◞ how to say goodbye to a dream ◞ wrong building ◞ all coming soon . . .
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