A Pair of Dancing Shoes
Description
Ballet was my life. To others, it might be something else.
I considered myself a famous ballerina. Almost everyone in Korea and other parts of the world knew who I was. I knew that I was good, and I knew that I was an inspiration to others. Call me conceited, but I know I'm not. I know what I'm good at and what I'm bad at.
I have won various competitions and have been becoming closer and closer to achieving my goal: to become known worldwide.
My life had never been better until two people decided to jump right into it and change everything. I didn’t know who they were—let alone knew what they did with their life, but they affected a big part of mine. I was forced to put everything to a stop. I didn’t have a choice. All I knew was that I had to listen. Reality just decided to kick me on the .
Listening has never been a huge problem for me. I never learned how to not listen. I didn't realize that hearing those few words could make me lose everything.
However, could losing something make you obtain something better? Maybe in your life, but not mine.
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Poster Credits: musicandseven
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Done by yiling245 at Rainbow Fountain.
Foreword
Dance is your pulse, your heartbeat, your breathing. It's the rhythm of your life. It’s the expression in time and movement, in happiness, joy, sadness and envy.
-Jacques d'Amboise
This one-shot is for my awesome friend here: omo904. She's amazing, isn't she? Her love for Hoya and Myungsoo is killing me.
I wonder when she's finally going to be able to choose between them. It's not that hard of a decision, is it?
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