She was as graceful as a gazzelle in the African Desert, Dutchess loved dancing, and ballot was her all in all. She would dance in front of the mirror as a child and watch her self as she would elegantly glide across the floor.

Duchess mother was ever so proud and her number one fan. Her recitals became a family event and everyone would go to watch her dance. She would try out for the leads in alot of recitals.

One day she recieved a letter from a gentleman who saw her dance once, oh how he went on about her potential and her ability to be one of the greats. She absorbed every word of the letter and ran to tell the little small ballot company she danced with the good news.

Mr. John Paul wanted to teach her how to become a premadonna ballerina, it meant her going away for a year, but tragedy struck she could not go to Paris, her mom took sick.

Duchess cried for weeks without her mom , dancing did not mean anything to her. She had to wait until she got better she placed her shoes in a box and ..