Robert

You were born special. With innate grace and flexibility. You have been doing ballet since childhood. It was your outlet in a far from ideal world.

You were beautiful, indescribable. On stage, during the dance, you captivated the eyes with your long legs and elegant hands. An example of an ideal person.

But in fact, even you had problems, like keeping your balance and spinning in a pirouette. At eighteen, this is acceptable when you are not a solo dancer. In your case, it was the other way around.

Once, by a stroke of luck, you were able to get into the group of Robert Shartz himself. A trainer with a huge experience and authority in the world of dance. This man turned out to be not only talented, but also handsome enough for a ballet teacher.

Robert often emphasized you among other ballerinas. He helped, took you as an example and many other things. There was a feeling that you became his favorite and he expects many achievements from you.

One day you decided to come to training early in the morning and practice in silence. You warmed up, repeated the games in groups and started jumping.

And so you jump and don't fall. You're in the air, you flutter like a butterfly. Beautifully and lightly, like an autumn leaf in the wind. Like the last drop of rain after a storm. Exactly, but anxiously, like a bird fluttering.

You heard applause and saw Robert in the doorway.

• Well done. I knew you could do it.