Page 5 of Skating the Blue Line
Three hours of her having my whole and undivided attention.
For the first time ever, I enjoy a night at the ballet.
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CHLOE
I givemy lips one final swipe of my favorite lip gloss and when they look exactly how I want them to, I give my reflection a smile.
Damn, do I always look this good after a performance? Because right now, my reflection is smoking hot and I’m loving it.
Performance should feel like this more often.
Moving past the mirror, I go to the small clothing rack in the corner of the room with my name on it and grab the garment bag that I brought with me tonight.
Usually after a performance of any magnitude, I’m all for taking off every ounce of makeup that is on my face and slapping on some sweats and a sweatshirt that covers the majority of my body. Then I spend the rest of the night eating Chinese food and watching crappy rom coms.
I’m not one to join the after parties very often.
Tonight, though, our director is having all us dancers stay and mingle a little bit with the guests that were invited here by a suit company.
Who this suit company is, I have no idea. All I know is that they are becoming one of the dance company’s sponsors, so that means we have to stay and show our appreciation.
I would much rather head out and grab a slice of a deep-dish pizza but I’m getting paid to talk to a few people, so I won’t complain all that much.
Pulling down the zipper of the garment bag, I look at the dress that I bought a few days ago specifically for this.
Usually, our busiest time of year is around the holidays, so if I ever attend an event like this, I always tend to be in the holiday spirit or wear something black.
For some reason though, I wanted to wear something different tonight, something more Chloe the person than Chloe the ballerina.
The blue satin material looks absolutely amazing on the hanger, and I have no doubt it will look the same on my body.
With a smile, I take the dress off the hanger and slide it on.
The fabric feels like absolute butter against my skin.
I turn to look at myself in the mirror and I absolutely love the reflection staring back at me.
This dress is from a small boutique in Austin. I had been home visiting my parents for a few days and went to go look for a dress for tonight. The baby blue color caught my attention from outside the shop. I hadn’t even stepped foot in the boutique, and I already knew that I wanted whatever piece of clothing that color was in.
Walking into the boutique, I went straight to the color and silently hoped that it was at least a decent design.
When I pulled it from the racks, I smiled instantly. Not only was the color gorgeous from outside, but the dress also the fabric was made into was equally as beautiful.
It was the only piece in that color, and it was in my size so I saw it as fate and had to get it. Even if I was going to be eating spam and eggs for the next two weeks given the price.
As I was paying, the woman behind the counter smiled at me when she saw the dress that I was buying. I guess the dress was designed by someone that used to work there before she branched out the year before to design on her own. They carry all her new designs, she told me.
I told her that the dress was absolutely gorgeous, and she agreed.
Leaving that boutique, I was happy and now as I look at my reflection, the happiness returns.
The dress might have cost me a pretty penny, but damn it was worth it.
Once the dress is sitting perfectly against my body, I slide into my strappy heels that I bought to go with the dress and give myself one last look.
Everything is sitting exactly how I want it and adding how I performed tonight; I feel and look like a million bucks.
