Teresa sat in front of the large mirror, massaging each muscle of her left leg, all the way to her pink ballet slipper. Her eyes darted to Ms Tomeaes, who stood silently with her back turned looking into the mirror. Teresa stared at Ms Tomeaes, wondering if she could see her own bitterness and strictness through the mirror. The older lady caught Teresa's eyes then Teresa quickly looked down, avoiding her gaze. She could ignore the coldness of her teacher, because the big performance was going to happen tonight and at least her classmates were easy to deal with. 

Teresa walked down the streets of London at night after leaving the Ondoyant arts building, a routine she had since she had began attending ballet classes. In every street the red stop lights peeked between the dark skies. She could feel her black fur coat hugging her skin from the harsh cold while listening to the sounds of passing cars which had become all too familiar. Teresa turned the corner to a darker street where she could only hear her heels clicking on the wet pavement. As she begin walking under another street lamp, a flash of red appeared before her eyes. She jumped up. Suddenly, a voice entered her ear. "The ballet performance will cause bad luck for the whole world. " Teresa couldn't move, instead she stared at the ground, fearful tears clouding her vision. The voice was now gone but she still continued to stand still while her heart threatened to beat out of her chest. Her body was shaking. Who's voice was that she thought to herself. Or was that just my mind? Fear turned to doubt as she began to walk fast to her apartment that was nearby. Her big performance was tonight, and she couldn't let anything distract her. She quickly opened the front door, determined to get ready. 

In what seemed like a blip in time, she finally stood backstage, feeling the nervous jitters kicking in while looking around at her classmates. The cue for them to go on stage sounded, and they ran towards the stage. Teresa felt as if she was flying as she was faced with the bright lights of the stage, she knew she couldn't fail the biggest performance of her career. They started doing their routine, under the bright lights. She felt as if she were moving in slow motion seeing the audience, the large audience right in front of her, watching her. Their black tutus fluttered In synchronicity to the music, her legs fused with the opera music that flowed through her. Her mouth began to curl into a small smile. thats when she saw something shine through the lights and zip through the audience. Something red. She stumbled concentrating on what it was. Then she saw it again, stumbled. Turning around she bumped into another dancer. She started feeling dizzy but couldn't stop looking at it. Murmurs escaped the crowd and Teresa noticed them. She suddenly stopped moving and stood in front of the audience breathing heavy and a tear escaping her eye. Then there was a scream. The shrill shriek that came from her. Then the second one and the third one until that was the only sound that seemed to be in the building. She could see their faces changing into horror when they looked at her. Suddenly teresa jumped up, touching everywhere on her clothes wondering why they were staring at her. Why were they staring at her. She started screaming while touching her face. When she pulled her hand away from her face she saw black liquid and screamed even more. The black liquid poured down her face onto her leotard. She continued touching her face and desperately looking to the audience but all she saw was the looks of horror on their faces. She continued screaming until she fainted. One of the dancers behind her looked on with fear and confusion and rushed towards her, lifting her off the ground into her hands, shaking her limp body, but she couldn't move, there was no pulse. The audience members continued screaming as one of the dancers held her in their arms and touched her face, feeling the black liquid coming from her eyes.