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"Holy crap," Kate muttered to herself, flipping another page of the book she was holding on her lap in the middle of the rec room. Around her were several other books, open to various drawings of pointe shoes and information on what it took a dancer to finally be able to dance en pointe, which was all a little terrifying for Kate, even with the experience she had.
The island, though, seemed to think she could do it. That morning she'd woken up to find a beautiful pair of pointe shoes that seemed to have been tailored specifically for her. They fit perfectly and even the elastics and ribbons were placed in exactly the right spot, which was something Kate was sure she couldn't have done by herself. Not without a whole lot of research.
Of course, it turned out that she was doing a whole lot of research anyway.
"It can take a dancer up to four years to learn to dance en pointe," she repeated, tracing the words with her finger before she looked back to the shoes she was wearing. So far she hadn't dared stand up in them. It had always been something she'd wanted to do in Kansas, but her teacher hadn't exactly been the best in the business and she'd never really gotten around to paying for her own classes with someone better.
But now she had pointe shoes and all the time in the world to learn. Even the clothes box had gotten in on it, hilariously giving her a pink tutu, which she'd immediately pulled on over a pair of gold tights. She might as well go with the flow if the island thought it was being funny.
"Maybe I'll just put you on now and then and stare at you," she said to the shoes, tipping back a little to stretch one leg out in front of her. They did look exceptionally pretty, even if she couldn't do a hell of a lot in them just yet.
The island, though, seemed to think she could do it. That morning she'd woken up to find a beautiful pair of pointe shoes that seemed to have been tailored specifically for her. They fit perfectly and even the elastics and ribbons were placed in exactly the right spot, which was something Kate was sure she couldn't have done by herself. Not without a whole lot of research.
Of course, it turned out that she was doing a whole lot of research anyway.
"It can take a dancer up to four years to learn to dance en pointe," she repeated, tracing the words with her finger before she looked back to the shoes she was wearing. So far she hadn't dared stand up in them. It had always been something she'd wanted to do in Kansas, but her teacher hadn't exactly been the best in the business and she'd never really gotten around to paying for her own classes with someone better.
But now she had pointe shoes and all the time in the world to learn. Even the clothes box had gotten in on it, hilariously giving her a pink tutu, which she'd immediately pulled on over a pair of gold tights. She might as well go with the flow if the island thought it was being funny.
"Maybe I'll just put you on now and then and stare at you," she said to the shoes, tipping back a little to stretch one leg out in front of her. They did look exceptionally pretty, even if she couldn't do a hell of a lot in them just yet.