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Captioned Images Series: First Day For Ballet
Created: 10/20/2024
The woman, standing by the doorway of Terry's room, smiled softly, though a little impatience flickered in her eyes. Terry, standing in the middle of the room after pulling on his pullup, was only wearing a light coral cami and the thick pullup, shifting nervously from foot to foot. His hair was still uncombed, his ballet bag unpacked, and a sense of hesitation hung in the air.
"Terry, sweetheart," the woman began gently, stepping into the room, "remember, I signed you up for ballet, and your first class is today. We’ve talked about this—it's going to be fun!"
Terry knew he was a man, but acted like a three-year-old girl. He looked down at his feet, his hands tugging nervously at the hem of his cami. “But…” he mumbled, clearly reluctant. “What if I’m no good? What if I mess up in front of everyone?”
The woman stood in front of him, placing her hands reassuringly on Terry’s shoulders. “You don’t have to be perfect on the first day. Ballet is about learning and having fun, and it’s okay to make mistakes! Besides, you’re going to look absolutely beautiful in your outfit.”
Terry still seemed unsure, but the woman gently pulled him toward the bed where a neatly folded ballet uniform awaited: a soft pink leotard, matching tights, and ballet shoes. The woman reached over the railing and picked up the leotard and began to help Terry step into it.
As she slid the leotard over Terry’s shoulders and guided his arms through the sleeves, she kept up the encouraging tone. “Once you get there and see all the other men in their outfits, you'll feel better, I promise. You’ll make new friends, and maybe you’ll even love ballet more than you think!”
Terry, now dressed in the leotard but still fiddling with the straps, looked at himself in the mirror with a timid expression. The woman then took the ballet tights and, with a smile, knelt down to help Terry into them.
"There we go," the woman said, smoothing out the tights once they were on. "You're going to look like a pretty ballerina. Don’t forget, you’ve got your dance bag with everything you need.”
Finally, she handed Terry the ballet shoes, watching as he slipped them on, still hesitant but no longer protesting. The woman stood up and pulled Terry into a warm hug.
"You’re going to do great," she said softly, kissing Terry’s forehead. "And I’ll be right there to watch your first class. I'll take lots of pictures. Now, let's comb your hair and then we can head out. Okay?"
Terry gave a small, reluctant nod, but there was a flicker of excitement in his eyes now. As the woman combed his hair, the nervousness began to fade away, replaced by a tiny spark of curiosity about what the class might be like. By the time they were ready to leave, Terry had a soft smile on his face, and the woman felt relieved that her encouragement had helped ease Terry’s fears.
Terry had changed a lot since seeing Dr. Zaaijer, but he is much happier now.
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