Off Balance (Ballet Theatre Chronicles Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Denis saw her, offering her a quick, distracted smile and nod. She smiled back and claimed a spot in a corner of the room where she stretched, pulled out a pair of pointe shoes and began to put them on. They were in the smaller studio that day, which had a piano in the corner, a black, taped-down marley floor and a high open ceiling, the ventilation tubing still visible. She could smell the hazelnut coffee someone had brought in. It was a soothing smell. It was the only soothing thing coming from the room, however. Denis did not seem happy. He’d shooed away the four male dancers, who now lounged off to the side, watching. “Take it again, ladies, from your second entrance,” Denis said. The accompanist cued their entrance but after sixteen counts, Denis slapped his hand down on the back of the metal fold-up chair he’d straddled. “Non, non! Gabrielle, what is that supposed to be? Autumn? You’re giving me frozen winter, not winds of autumn.
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