Framed: The Dancer's Reckoning

t like competition. E

iet talent, the way she moved with a grace that Isabelle' s tec

age start

So clumsy of you. Someone could trip." Isabelle' s voice, dripp

was "accidentally" knocked over, soaking her spare leotard and towel. Isab

water bottle with

egan to

rently, she got kicked out of her la

here because her st

s, sometimes hostile glances. She kept her head down, focu

was hunched over a stack of books, her brow furr

n't serious about her studies

't look like s

ings, Ava' s awkwardness at the party. He told himself it

dealing with negativity and s

ut your own inner voice. Your path is yours to w

g in agreement. Such

icult lift for her audition piece. She needed a spotter for

smile overly bright. "We stepsister

ted. "Are

tal

s a fraction of a second too late, her hands slight

ain shot

ushed over, all fake distress. "Are you oka

ainst the pain. Her ankl

e ankle was alread

ion was n

oud enough for everyone in the studio to hear. "Poor

mph in Isabelle' s eyes bef

d luck. This w