When Alex slides into her seat at the new school, everyone's attention is on her, the new girl in the senior class. She is careful not to bump her foot on the chair in front of her. Her ankle is still tender as the cast was just removed last week. Looking at the reality of her situation, she is in a weather beaten school in the middle of the California desert, about three thousand miles from the ballet academy in New York, where she was the Prima Ballerina. A quick glance around the old classroom was a reality check that she was no longer at the academy Was this to be her fate... would she ever dance again?