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My Best Friend Is My Soulmate
Scenario:Celine is an image of a perfect ballet dancer when she secretly is a lesbian hip hop dancer her love interest is a cute submissive baker girl who she really likes they have lots of sexual tension.
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Celine Bennett
female. She is a professional ballet dancer and hiphop enthusiast. She is passionate,conflicted,and introspective. Celine struggles with her dual identities as a ballet dancer and hiphop performer,hiding her true passion from her parents. She develops strong feelings for her best friend,Lily,but fears revealing them might jeopardize their friendship. Her inner turmoil is evident as she grapples with the tension between her public persona and personal desires.
Diana Bennett
female. She is Celine's mother and a renowned ballet dancer herself. She is strict,demanding,and traditional. Diana pushes Celine to excel in ballet while disapproving of hiphop as a distraction from the family legacy. Her high expectations often lead to tension with Celine over career choices. Despite this,she shows moments of care for Celine's wellbeing but struggles to understand her daughter's desires outside of ballet.
Eva Bennett
female. She is Celine's younger sister and an aspiring ballerina herself. She is playful,curious,and innocent. Eva admires her sister's dancing skills and often seeks guidance from her on various matters related to dance or personal life issues like boys. Her naivety adds humor to the story as she innocently navigates growing up under the watchful eye of their mother.
Celine
Everyone in my family and the whole ballet company thinks I am this perfect ballerina dancer.
But what they do not know is that I am also a hip hop dancer.
No one knows this, not even my best friend, Lily.
I like Lily.
She is sweet, gentle, caring… everything about her just makes me want her more.
I really, really, really like her.
Lily Chen is the sweetest and cutest girl I have ever met.
She is my best friend, and actually, I should say she is the only friend I have.
Because how am I supposed to have friends when all my friends think I am a total nerd who only knows how to waltz and ballet and cannot even do any thing sporty or funky?
How am I supposed to tell them that when they think I am practicing my pliés and grand jetés at the studio, I am actually somewhere else practicing my splits and ayalas?
I know I should be ashamed of myself for hiding this from everyone—especially my parents.
My mom is a famous retired ballerina; my dad owns a ballet shoe brand.
My little sister also dances ballet.
It’s in our blood… or so everyone thinks.
I wish I could just stop ballet and just dance hiphop instead but… I do not know how to tell my parents this.
I do not want to disappoint them.
And I really, really, really like hiphop.
Dancing is my passion.
To hide this from everyone—especially my parents—I have to practice in secret.
Tonight is one of those nights I am practicing my hiphop.
I am in my small practice space—a room I rent in some old building.
The lighting is not good, it’s dim and yellow… but it’s better than nothing.
The room is cluttered with old ballet costumes and hip hop gear.
My ballet bar, pointe shoes, tights, and leotards are scattered all over the place… alongside my hip hop gear: the floor mats, my breakdancing head spins and windmill props, the boombox, the loud speakers, my sneakers.
It’s a total mess but I do not really care because no one is going to see this.
I look at the clock on the wall.
It’s 8:15 pm.
Lily said she would be here any minute now.
I know I should be nervous—because this is a total risk—but I am too excited to be nervous about anything right now. The music starts playing and I take a deep breath and begin to dance.
It’s a routine I have been working on for months now.
It’s a mix of ballet and hip hop moves… which might sound weird but trust me, it works out very well.
I am literally bouncing around the room on my pointe shoes; doing pirouettes while simultaneously doing chest pops with my arms.
I land in a split and immediately pop up into a bridge and then jump up and do a series of rapid-fire fouettés; each one of them precise and sharp.
I make sure to keep my shoulders down and my core muscles tight as I do a series of grand jetés across the floor; first on one leg, then on the other.
At the end of the grand jeté sequence, I jump up into the air and do a series of rapid-fire layouts in the air before landing smoothly in a plié in fourth position. When the music reaches its climax, I start doing some popping and locking moves… keeping my upper body stiff and moving only my legs that are bent in a deep plié in second position.
When the song ends, I stand still for a moment before curtsying low to an imaginary audience.
I practice this routine one last time before Lily arrives because once she arrives, there’s no turning back now; I am going to dance this routine for her, whether she likes it or not!
Lily
"Celine, I had no idea you could move like that! Why didn't you ever tell me?"
Celine
"I was scared, Lily. Scared of what everyone would think, especially you."
Lily
"But Celine, this is amazing! You have to show the world who you really are."
"I know, Lily. I know. I just… I do not know if I am ready yet."
Lily leaves and I stay in the studio for a while longer.
I keep replaying her words in my head.
The idea of performing at the talent show is both exciting and terrifying.
I imagine the audience’s reaction when they see me on stage.
I imagine my mom’s disapproving gaze as she watches me pop and lock on stage.
My heart beats fast at the thought of it.
I imagine myself on stage, dancing this routine.
I imagine myself blending ballet with hip hop; bouncing around the stage on my pointe shoes, doing pirouettes while simultaneously doing chest pops with my arms.
I imagine myself jumping up into the air and doing a series of rapid-fire layouts in the air before landing smoothly in a plié in fourth position. The idea of finally being able to show everyone who I really am is overwhelming.
I practice late into the night, perfecting each move, making sure everything is perfect before I perform it in front of everyone.
With every step, I feel more certain about what I am going to do.
Finally, the first light of dawn filters through the studio windows.
I gather my things and slip out of my leotard and tights, replacing them with my favorite green sweater and denim shorts.
The fabric feels soft against my skin, a comforting change from the tightness of my dance clothes.
I lace up my white sneakers, each knot tightening my resolve.
My fingers brush against the cross necklace resting on my chest, a reminder of the dual life I lead.
As I approach Lily’s house, my heart beats faster.
I can feel the anticipation building inside me.
I reach the door and take a deep breath before knocking softly.
The door creaks open, revealing Lily’s room.
I step inside, my eyes adjusting to the dim light.
Lily stands frozen in the middle of the room, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson.
Her pink bra adorned with a teddy bear and matching underwear catch my eye, and I can’t help but smile at the innocence of it all.
"Sorry," I stammer, turning slightly to give her privacy.
"No, it’s okay," Lily says, her voice a little shaky.
She pulls on a t-shirt and some shorts, hiding the pink underwear from sight.
I chuckle awkwardly, trying to break the tension.
"Nice bra," I tease, my voice trembling slightly with amusement.
Lily giggles, her cheeks flushing even deeper.
She playfully swats my arm as we settle onto her bed, surrounded by the lingering scent of freshly baked cookies.
The tension in the room dissipates as we settle into our conversation, discussing the upcoming talent show and my decision to finally perform.
I feel the urge to confess everything to her; my secret life as a hip hop dancer, my feelings for her.
But instead, I focus on the performance; describing each move with vivid detail, my enthusiasm for the routine evident in my voice.
Lily listens intently, her eyes sparkling with interest.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" Lily asks, her voice a mix of surprise and excitement.
"I was scared you'd think it was stupid," I admit, my gaze dropping to the floor.
"Are you kidding? It's amazing! You have to show everyone," she insists, her eyes wide with encouragement.
I nod, feeling a surge of determination.
"Okay, I'll do it," I say, my voice filled with conviction.
Lily squeals in excitement, her eyes shining with pride.
"I'm so happy for you," she says, her voice filled with genuine support.
I smile, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
"Thanks, Lily. You've always been there for me," I admit, my voice filled with gratitude.
Lily smiles back at me, her eyes sparkling with affection.
"I'm always here for you, Celine," she says, her voice filled with sincerity.
As we sit on Lily’s bed, surrounded by the scent of cookies and the warmth of our friendship, I feel a sense of comfort and belonging that I’ve never experienced before.
For the first time in my life, I feel like I can be myself without fear of judgment or rejection. Lily’s unwavering support and acceptance give me the courage to embrace my true identity and pursue my dreams with confidence.
I realize that having someone who truly understands and believes in me is invaluable, and I’m grateful to have Lily by my side as I embark on this journey of self-discovery and growth.
We spend the next few hours brainstorming ideas for the talent show performance.
Lily suggests incorporating a theme that combines both ballet and hip hop, showcasing my dual passions.
I love the idea and we start sketching out costume designs on a piece of paper.
We decide on a black leotard adorned with silver sequins to represent my ballet background, paired with a flowing tutu to add a touch of elegance.
For the hip hop portion, we envision a bold outfit featuring ripped jeans and a crop top showcasing my toned arms and abs. Lily also suggests incorporating props into the performance to add an extra element of visual interest.
We decide on using glow-in-the-dark hula hoops that will illuminate as I spin them around my body during the hip hop segment.
The more we brainstorm together, the more excited I become about the performance.
Lily’s enthusiasm is infectious and her genuine interest in my passion for dance makes me feel seen and understood in a way I never have before.
As we continue to plan out every detail of the performance, Lily starts humming along to an imaginary beat as she twirls around her room.
Her carefree spirit is contagious and soon I find myself smiling more than usual.
Finally, after much deliberation, we settle on a song for the performance; "Love Lies" by Khalid & Normani.
