Julie Harvey had beautiful olive skin, chocolate brown eyes and curly dark brown hair; she stood at five-foot-eight and was as skilled as any thirteen year old dancer could possibly be. Julie was trained in every dance style from jazz to rock fusion and ballet to lyrical including contemporary; and even though people often asked, she could never pick a favorite, because to her, they were each special in their own way. Jazz along with musical theatre helped unleash her theatrical spunky side of dancing; while other styles, such as lyrical and contemporary, helped create a story in which she was able to express a wide array of emotions for whomever wished to watch her dance.
She danced twenty hours a week, normal dancers her age would dance ten to fifteen at the most and that was pushing it, but she knew that all of her hard work would pay off when she was a star. Julie knew at a young age that dancing was what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. She wanted to dance while she was still in her prime; her plan was to get a studio so she would be able to teach and inspire the younger generations of dancers when she retired.
For the past four years she had attempted to get into the Joffrey Ballet School of New York, but for some reason she was never accepted. This was her last chance, after this, they wouldn’t allow her into the school. She decided on a ballet school because ballet is the basis for all of dance and she figured that if she wanted to be a prima, the best way would be to go to the Joffrey Ballet School of New York. She knew it took a lot of hard work and dedication, but she wanted to be that one in a million. She wanted to be the very best, the prima ballerina.
Julie dedicated all of her time and energy to dance; when she wasn’t dancing, she would spend her free time watching her favorite ballerinas on youtube. Even though she could still not decided which one of the styles of dance was her favorite, she was phenomenal at ballet and pointe and knew that if she had the ability to become a big success, sticking with pointe and  ballet would be the best way to achieve her goal; even though it might be difficult, she kept her eyes on the prize.With all the effort that she put into dance, she did surprisingly exceptional in school.
Julie was about to start her freshman year of high school, yes freshman year. She was so smart that she was able to skip third grade; at first, her mother was worried she wouldn’t fit in, but as time went on, she got used to it. Julie wasn’t the most popular girl in school, but she did have a few close friends who were great. Her friends were aware of how important dance was to her and they still hung around. To her thats what made them so great. They knew she had to keep focused, and that this would be the last year the school would allow her to audition.
She decided to dance the Red Shoes, not even the seniors at her studio could fathom doing this dance. Most dancers her age wouldn’t be daring  enough to attempt this, but she knew that she was destined for greatness, and if she was going to achieve that greatness, this would be the dance to help her reach that goal. She practiced for months for her audition. She didn’t have a problem getting an audition, but she did have a problem making it into the school.
She worked on her solo for three hours a day, on top of taking eleven dance classes a week : tap, jazz, acro, lyrical, contemporary, rock fusion, hip-hop, ballet, pointe, musical theatre, and salsa. She knew it was alot but she loved taking all of these classes. Not to mention she was taking all honors classes. It was a month and a half before her audition, it was the first time she wasn’t going to mark her aerial. She was doing the final arial for her routine when she slipped and landed on her ankle. There was no way this was happening to her, not before her audition. She called out for her parents. Her dad came first and quickly picked her up. Her mom wasn’t far behind they quickly drove to the emergency room and had the doctor take a look at it. She was hoping it was just sprained but unfortunately, that was not the case, her ankle was broken. The doctor told her it would take at least six weeks to heal. She felt like it was all crashing down on her . She didn’t know if it would heal in time for her audition. She asked the doctor but he said that only time would tell.
She did end up making a fast recovery,but the doctor advised her not to go to her audition if she didn’t feel comfortable. She knew herself better than anybody else so she went ahead and practiced as much as she could the two days before her audition, always making sure to mark the aerial just in case. It was the day of her audition and she wasn’t worried one bit. It was finally her turn, they called number 87 and she quickly stood up and took center stage. She knew she wasn’t as nervous as some of the other dancers there but once she stepped on stage it felt like she had butterflies in her stomach. She started her routine and was surprised how well everything was going. Her a la seconde was good and her arabesque wasn’t too bad. She kept going through her routine and was surprised that the judges seemed thoroughly impressed with it. She did her final aerial and … she landed it! She felt great, that is, until her ankle gave out. She cried out in pain and was immediately rushed  back to the ER. The doctor told her that this time, it wasn’t just her ankle that she had broken, she had broken her foot in seven different places and, not to mention, two of her toes. She was mortified. Imagine her expression when the doctor told her that even with cortisone shots, years of physical therapy, and reconstructive surgery, she would never be able to dance again. Sure she could take a ballroom class at the rec center, but she could never dance the way she dreamed she one day would.
Ten years later she had a loving husband named Jacob, a two story picket fence house and a three year old daughter named Lana. Lana was named after her favorite ballerina of all time, Svetlana Zakharova. Her daughter was fair skinned with beautiful hazel eyes, and dark brown hair, she inherited the fair skin and hazel eyes from her father, while she got her curly hair from her mom. Even though Lana was Julie’s daughter she didn’t take any dance classes. Julie wanted her daughter to have a normal childhood. Her husband Jacob was a firefighter, he was 6’2 with light skin, hazel eyes, and dirty blonde hair.
He had always encouraged her to teach a class at the senior center where he volunteered on his day off, but she had always declined. She wanted to have her own studio, but Jacob said that they couldn’t afford one. So it came as a surprise when he showed her her new studio. He had been saving little by little every year so that he could get this for her for her 23rd birthday on September 23rd. The studio wasn’t luxurious but she didn’t care, she was ecstatic. She finally had her own studio! She would finally be able to pursue one of her lifelong dreams. Even if she couldn’t dance, she would still be happy teaching all of her new students.
She figured that not a lot of people would sign up, since she only offered ballet and pointe at in the beginning. She told herself that she wouldn’t mind, but she was happy when she was proved wrong. What she thought was going to be a small studio of 30-40 ended up being a big studio of 150+. It did however start of with around 35 kids, but as word got out of how great of a teacher she was and how affordable her prices were, her numbers began to grow. She didn’t want to make classes too expensive because she knew what it was like when money was tight. News had spread like a wildfire, people from different studios started coming by and asking if they could enroll their children for jazz and tap or contemporary and lyrical. She never turned anyone away, even when her numbers began to multiply, she simply added more classes. She couldn’t be happier because, even though she couldn’t  be the dancer she dreamt she’d one day become, she knew that she was still doing what she loved to do. Dance.