Ellen White Monologue
“From the moment I saw my sister perform, I loved everything about ballet. The movement, the flow, the music, the dance, and the emotion. I knew that this is what I would want to do for the rest of my life.”
Prologue
Ellen White’s palms poured an oily liquid as his body trembled faster than a toy bobble-head. He pulled the blonde bangs from his eyes, taking brief, deep breaths between small intervals of panicking.
“What are you so worried about?” Ellen’s friend, Phoenix, called from across the room, stretching his legs and reaching for his toes.
“Shut up,” Ellen rolled his eyes, and tried to control his mindless trembling, yet his intent seemed fall backwards when it made the problem more severe. …show more content…
He opened his eyes cautiously, and checked his surroundings to find blonde stubble covering his right eye. He sighed in frustration and pushed his bang aside, but it stubbornly fell back to place.
“What a crummy way to start my morning,” He mumbled, stretching his arms while staying placed in the center of his bed. He forcefully got up and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair looked like yellow whipped cream, and his eyes appeared to be slightly bloodshot— which would explain why it hurt when he shifted his eyes left to right, or up or down.
He sighed. ‘I wonder if Phoenix is doing anything’ he thought. Phoenix used to call him everyday to check on how he was doing. However, ever since he faced a crushing defeat to ballet champion Amy Rivera, he’s gotten depressed and never called ever since.
Ellen couldn’t help but smile. Everyday, 365 days a year, he would talk and talk through the phone like an impatient child, telling him everything that happened to him that day. He was always so happy, so innocent, so vibrant…but that was because he didn’t know— didn’t know what it felt like to
Prologue
Ellen White’s palms poured an oily liquid as his body trembled faster than a toy bobble-head. He pulled the blonde bangs from his eyes, taking brief, deep breaths between small intervals of panicking.
“What are you so worried about?” Ellen’s friend, Phoenix, called from across the room, stretching his legs and reaching for his toes.
“Shut up,” Ellen rolled his eyes, and tried to control his mindless trembling, yet his intent seemed fall backwards when it made the problem more severe. …show more content…
He opened his eyes cautiously, and checked his surroundings to find blonde stubble covering his right eye. He sighed in frustration and pushed his bang aside, but it stubbornly fell back to place.
“What a crummy way to start my morning,” He mumbled, stretching his arms while staying placed in the center of his bed. He forcefully got up and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair looked like yellow whipped cream, and his eyes appeared to be slightly bloodshot— which would explain why it hurt when he shifted his eyes left to right, or up or down.
He sighed. ‘I wonder if Phoenix is doing anything’ he thought. Phoenix used to call him everyday to check on how he was doing. However, ever since he faced a crushing defeat to ballet champion Amy Rivera, he’s gotten depressed and never called ever since.
Ellen couldn’t help but smile. Everyday, 365 days a year, he would talk and talk through the phone like an impatient child, telling him everything that happened to him that day. He was always so happy, so innocent, so vibrant…but that was because he didn’t know— didn’t know what it felt like to