[Ballet Elite] Rondo of Dreams

? The next week was a disaster.

Teacher Serkeyev seemed to force a lot of things into my mind.In the end, even he, who has always been calm, inevitably became agitated, "No, no, did you understand me, 32 rounds of a big spin is not enough to turn 32 times! A big jump is not just a jump! Although you I have made great progress in this week, and I have begun to learn to stretch my body outwards, but ballet is not enough to dance perfectly, come on, dance again!"

So, come again.

"No, you didn't understand at all! Do it again!"

Come again.

"No, no, do you understand what I'm saying? It's not just about dancing correctly!"

Come again and again!

My body seemed to have reached its limit, and I desperately wanted to dance well, but the situation seemed to be getting worse and worse.In the end, it was difficult for me to even stand up, and my whole body was covered in bruises and bruises.

His legs were shaking all the time, and they kept sliding on the ground.

And Teacher Serkeyev directly half-hugged and half-lifted me from the ground, "Stand up, you can dance again!"

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, teacher, but it seems that the limit is approaching!

"Oh my god!" There is such a big hole in the tights, huh?Not just one!When did you do it, yesterday?Or the day before yesterday?

My dear mother, fortunately it was broken on the back, if it was broken on the buttocks, it would be better for me not to live at all!The teacher is also, do not tell me!

Uh... However, it seems that he really has no way to tell me. Should Mr. Serkeyev tell me with a serious face, "Masumi, you have two big holes in your clothes!"

I made up this scene in my mind for a while, and I laughed so hard that I almost rolled on the ground.

It seems that I have to hurry up and buy needles and thread to make up for it. There should be a store nearby.

I was walking around in an unfamiliar place, but I couldn't get to the store. I almost despaired of this.At this time, someone called my name in a strange way of pronunciation.When I turned around, I saw a blonde Liliana running towards me, "Masumi..."

"Ah, Liliana, it's you." I happily grabbed her and told her what I was looking for.

She looked at my tights and sat me down on the bench, "Wait...you...I have..."

I nodded, and saw her run away, then came back quickly, and brought me a needle and thread.

"Thank you!" I can still say this Russian.

Liliana is really a good person, not only helped me find a needle and thread, but also helped me patch the hole.After finally finishing it, I happily hugged her before returning to the practice room.

Today, the teacher has been missing, so I stood upright... lazy.

In the past few days, my state has been really bad. I thought several times that I was approaching the limit, but I didn't expect to persevere.Even I didn't expect that I would be so persistent and resilient.

But... where is the problem?

The teacher said that I have made great progress, but ballet is not enough to dance correctly...

I was in a daze when I saw a very cute little Russian girl lying on the window sill and looking in.

Seeing me looking over, she retracted her head, and I walked over with a smile. Looking at the embarrassed little girl squatting on the ground, I smiled more happily.I still remember that I also started learning ballet because I saw someone dancing ballet and thought it was beautiful.

At that time...

I smiled. At that time, I always laughed happily, learned a new dance, got a role at the presentation, and my father bought me a new dance dress...

By the way, how could I forget?

Dancing turned out to be something that makes me happy. These days, the mood of wanting to win, heavy practice, and so much anxiety made me forget an important thing.

I turned around, ran over a few steps, put on the music of Black Swan, and then stretched my arms and legs along with the music...Ballet...should be like this...

At the end of the song, I stopped dancing, and saw Teacher Serkeyev standing at the door, and it seemed that he had been standing there for a long time.

"Teacher..." I ran to him and looked at him expectantly.

He smiled slightly, his face that was always stern in class relaxed, and he had a strange charm, "Just like this, you finally remembered. No matter how good you dance, you can't do without this feeling, Your heart affects your dance and changes your movements!"

He pointed to the sofa for me to sit down and lit a cigarette, "This is a bet. It is very dangerous for you to memorize within ten days what should have been taught to you in months or even years. But after So this risk is because the gap between you and Larissa is too great."

Me, I just want to find a seam to shrink in.

"Larissa, her dance skills are very good, her senses are very sharp, her dance is very rich, and her foundation is also very good! Your body shape is also different. For example, the stretching movements you practice hard now can be learned by Westerners. It will."

Hearing what the teacher said, I suddenly realized that I remembered that I had read related comments before, talking about the comparison of the skeletons of Eastern and Western people.The legs of Westerners seem to have a straighter skeleton than Easterners, and the proportions of the legs are much longer.

I hurriedly asked the teacher if it was because of this.

"Yes, the natural skeleton can't be changed, but it can be made to look straighter through training."

Why do I feel like I'm hitting my head against a wall?

The teacher continued, "Because of the birth defect, double the training is needed, and the pain of training is simply unimaginable for ordinary people..."

I nodded silently.

"But as long as you learn it, you can even do better than Westerners! However, this kind of training, you are almost overwhelmed, but fortunately you wake up in time. The rest is up to you. Already!"

"Yes Yes!"

"For example, like the 32 continuous rotations of the black swan, dancers in each country have their own way of expressing and interpreting it in different ways."

Big spin?

A flash of inspiration flashed in my head, "Teacher, I want to see how they dance, is that okay?"

"Well, the tape is next door, you can go get it and see which one you like."

"Thank you, teacher."

This era is not like the time in my previous life. The Internet is extremely developed, and I can’t see what I want to see.In this era, it is not easy to see the performance tapes of top dancers from various countries.However, Mr. Serkeyev's collection is really complete.I picked out a bunch of interesting ones and put them up for viewing.

"Wow, this is repeated rotation. It's amazing. How did it turn so fast?" Curious, I moved the stool and tried to spin it hard.

bar-

"It hurts, it hurts, my butt..." Fortunately, the teacher didn't see it, and he was on his back... However, "It seems that it is not enough to just push hard, there must be something, what is it? Uh... "

Ten days passed in a flash, and finally came the day of the test.

I looked at the crowd walking into the practice room outside the door, my feet trembling with nervousness, it was Maya Plisetskaya!Larissa is her student!

"It really is you. I still remember when I was performing in Japan, it was great to see you dance the black swan again!" She was still as elegant and friendly.

"Enen, thank you!" What a nice person, but... I'm even more nervous...

"Then, let's invite Larisa and Masumi to perform the Black Swan, and we will use this to determine whether Masumi is eligible to be recommended!"

Have you started yet?

What about the teacher?

When I turned my head, I saw that Mr. Serkeyev had already finished the work and was staring at me intently.

The teacher is looking at me, looking at me all the time, he has always been like this, no matter what time it is, he is as firm as a rock, unwavering.

I hooked the corners of my lips slightly, and stood in the center with Larissa, ready to - black swan!