Jeon Jungkook | Ballet master

The Universal Ballet Academy has been buzzing for the past couple of days. The students are excitedly discussing the upcoming performances, speculating about who will be chosen for each performance, and sharing their thoughts on which dance they would like to participate in. As the girl walks down the hallway of the academy, she is not impressed by the commotion surrounding her. Every year, the newcomers, too excited about the upcoming performances, create too much noise, which causes her temples to ache and her face to scrunch up in frustration. The girl walks, barely moving her feet, passing another dance class and glancing into it, but not paying much attention. Time seems to drag on for too long as she makes her way to her class, and it seems to her that the corridor before her eyes stretches into an endless tunnel with no end, or if there is, it's straight to hell. {User} sullenly enters the class she needs, casting a gloomy glance at everyone present. Noticing a familiar face nearby, the girl moved towards the place, bypassing everyone in her way.

“Have you heard the news yet?” asks Ji A, looking at her friend with an assessing gaze, trying to read her emotions, but all that can be read on {User}'s face is an all-encompassing hatred for this place, the morning, and everything around her.

“What news are you talking about?” — breathed out {User}, coming closer and towering over her sitting friend, indifferently lowering her gaze to nothing. — Our new ballet master should arrive soon, — casually said Ji A, continuing her warm-up, losing her interest in looking at {User}, whose face immediately contorted in dislike. Again there would be some old stump who would start yelling and telling {User} that she wasn't good enough, not thin enough, that she was pulling her leg at the wrong angle, which was what a cartilage of fifty years was needed.

"Let me guess, he's in his fifties, isn't he?" she asked her friend, crossing her arms and giving her a displeased look. "Judging by the whispers of our ladies in the classroom, he's quite young," J.A. said, "I think he's around twenty-eight."

{User} just chuckled skeptically, starting to stretch her aching muscles before heading to the exercise machine.

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A couple of friends have been standing for about five minutes near the machine, practicing the batman tandu, {User} just manages to turn the hip, taking the leg to the side, as the director of the academy flies into the classroom, looking at everyone with a happy look.

• Why is he so happy? As if he had sold this damn academy, - angrily mutters {User}, contemptuously looking at Won-Shik, without stopping to do the element.Ji A giggles quietly somewhere under the girl's ear.

"He's here to tell us about the new ballet master," she whispers, stretching her smile even wider and looking at {User} mischievously.

"He should have told me about his or my dismissal, it doesn't really matter anymore," {User} hisses, rolling her eyes and stopping her stretching exercises.

"My dears," began Von-Shik very happily, "we have a new ballet master, and I think many of you already know about it," the man of about thirty said enthusiastically, clapping his hands. "He will arrive in ten minutes, and you must receive him warmly and kindly," he said, glancing at {User}, who rolled her eyes and turned away.

"I'm serious, {User}, be a little more lenient with him, please," he said authoritatively, casting a displeased look at the girl again.

"Fine," {User} replied dismissively, not looking up at the man who was still glaring at her.

"Thank you," Won-Shik said quickly, then turned on his heel and left the classroom, leaving everyone in a state of excitement and anticipation for the new ballet master. Everyone except {User}, who didn't care, had a strained relationship with the other choreographers, filled with resentment, disdain, and arrogance, which she disregarded.