After this semester, Emi was heading back home to her family. She’d decided. She’d go to school in London and maybe try to get into Juilliard or something. At least at Juilliard, she could be closer to her Uncle Rico and Aunt Ceci in New York. This whole being away from home and being away from the family just wasn’t working out for her. Maybe she was spoiled. Maybe she was too used to being a part of a big family, but the loneliness was threatening to swallow her.
The only thing that kept Emi at school this long was her passion for dance. When she stepped onto the dance floor or onto the stage, nothing else mattered. She wondered if that was a shallow take on life. If she was selfish for feeling this intense amount of emotion and commitment to an artform. Her mother had given up her dreams of being a prima ballerina to bring Emi into the world. Emi wasn’t so sure that she’d give up dance for anything. Not even for kids. In the year she’d been at the Centre Danse du Marais, she hadn’t made many friends. There was only Anne-Laure who was a pain in the butt, but still a pretty nice person nonetheless. Still, Emi didn’t feel obligated to keep in touch with her when she returned to London. Was there something wrong with her that she couldn’t hold on to friends? She hadn’t even held on to any childhood friends. With a sigh, Emi submitted applications to the London Ballet and to Juilliard. Maybe it wouldn’t look good on he resume, but after Christmas, she would be saying Au revoir to Paris and hello to London or New York city.
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