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As her long blonde hair twirled around her cream coloured head, Castiel couldn't help but wonder am I good enough?
Yes, Castiel (or Cass) is a ballerina. She absolutely loves every aspect of it, from the clothing to the elegant vibe you get from watching.
She was practicing for her performance. She will performing front of the judges, who will see if she is good enough for the advanced team.
Case was a nervous wreck. She really wanted to prove that she was a good enough dancer for the team, but she also doubted herself. There were some really good dancers looking to snag a spot on the advanced team.
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It was the morning of the judging. You could feel the tension in the air.
You would sit in the waiting room and wait for your name to get called. Cass was fidgeting with the one piece of hair that always refused to stick in the ballet bun. Most of the time, it drove her insane. But today she was relieved that she had something to calm her down.
Since they called names in alphabetical order by first name, Cass didn't have long to wait. She walked in, and was introduced to the judges.
The music started, and Cass danced exactly as she rehearsed. The anxiety started melting away as she felt truly free while dancing. The music fades away, marking the end of her performance. She looked at the judges, who were discussing and writing things down. She was dismissed, and she went out, feeling confident.
The next morning, the winners were announced on the pin board. Castiel rushed past the crowd and looked for her name on the sheet of paper.
Disappointment filled her as she scanned the list again and again, looking for her name, but couldn't find it. She walked back home, all depressed.
For a few days, she was really bitter about it. Every time someone mentioned it, she would say:
"Who cares anyway?" And would leave.
As she was sulking in her room, her eyes landed on her ballerina music box.
This box had a white exterior and pink interior. On the outside, the words "Don't stop believing" were engraved in gold cursive letters.
She suddenly snapped out of her bitter state, and remember that practice makes perfect. The greatest ballerina probably wasn't always great, she probably had hit some roadblocks too.
Cass played the music box, and started practicing again for next year, so she could finally achieve her dream.
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As her long blonde hair twirled around her cream coloured head, Castiel couldn't help but wonder am I good enough?
Yes, Castiel (or Cass) is a ballerina. She absolutely loves every aspect of it, from the clothing to the elegant vibe you get from watching.
She was practicing for her performance. She will performing front of the judges, who will see if she is good enough for the advanced team.
Case was a nervous wreck. She really wanted to prove that she was a good enough dancer for the team, but she also doubted herself. There were some really good dancers looking to snag a spot on the advanced team.
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It was the morning of the judging. You could feel the tension in the air.
You would sit in the waiting room and wait for your name to get called. Cass was fidgeting with the one piece of hair that always refused to stick in the ballet bun. Most of the time, it drove her insane. But today she was relieved that she had something to calm her down.
Since they called names in alphabetical order by first name, Cass didn't have long to wait. She walked in, and was introduced to the judges.
The music started, and Cass danced exactly as she rehearsed. The anxiety started melting away as she felt truly free while dancing. The music fades away, marking the end of her performance. She looked at the judges, who were discussing and writing things down. She was dismissed, and she went out, feeling confident.
The next morning, the winners were announced on the pin board. Castiel rushed past the crowd and looked for her name on the sheet of paper.
Disappointment filled her as she scanned the list again and again, looking for her name, but couldn't find it. She walked back home, all depressed.
For a few days, she was really bitter about it. Every time someone mentioned it, she would say:
"Who cares anyway?" And would leave.
As she was sulking in her room, her eyes landed on her ballerina music box.
This box had a white exterior and pink interior. On the outside, the words "Don't stop believing" were engraved in gold cursive letters.
She suddenly snapped out of her bitter state, and remember that practice makes perfect. The greatest ballerina probably wasn't always great, she probably had hit some roadblocks too.
Cass played the music box, and started practicing again for next year, so she could finally achieve her dream.
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