Zoe lay back on her bed, careful not to let her feet move from the warm bath they were currently soaking in.
Even though, right now, her feet were covered in blisters and her toes felt like they were going to break if she stood on them one more time, she had to admit, the results were sort of worth the pain.
After only a few months at the American Ballet Academy, Zoe had quickly established herself as one of the most promising students, and she still had much more to learn.
She sat up, peering down at her feet through the water, moving them slightly, enjoying the feel of the warm water.
It was funny, she never thought she'd ever find her thing. But ballet seemed to be it. She lived, breathed and slept ballet. It was becoming her whole life and she didn't mind the feeling. It made her feel special, and after growing up in a family where all of the kids were filled with their own talents - not that her parents hadn't made them all feel equally wonderful - she was glad she'd exceled at something that none of the others had. Maybe that was selfish, but it was how she felt.
And so, here she was. Bruised and battered feet.
All for her passion.