Ballerina

Ballet is sacrifice, sweat, and of tears. It is also my dream, my passion. My whole life. Or, at least, it was. Since a severe knee injury shattered everything I loved, I have been aimless. Buying a small dance academy in the South of Spain was not the best of my ideas. I thought it was the best way to keep in touch with my passion. Now I see that it is not the same. Still, here I am, up to my eyeballs in debt, living in a small town with an academy that has seen better times. And the worse part is meeting every day the mother of one of my students, who, for some reason, makes me too nervous.