KAT
A musty smell hits my nose as soon as Gunner opens the rusty chain on the gymnasium doors. The sun shines brightly through the cracks in the boarded-up windows and dust particles float through the air. Besides needing a thorough cleaning, the floors are smooth, and the space is large. All we would need are some barres and hopefully some large mirrors.
Sliding off my old tennis shoes I slip on my ballet slippers and test them out on the dusty floor. Stepping into the center of the floor my mind makes up the music that I am so used to hearing in this moment. Holding my arms gracefully at my side my feet find their way through the positions. First, second, third, fourth.