Ballet

When I was small, mum drove me on ballet. White stockings, black leotard, and a belt to underline a waist.
Once it even has taken away me to the ballerina from the big theater, but it didn't prophesy me destiny of the tonic of the ballerina, and the figure at me not so that approached, but promised the eternal erased feet and the small salary.
And I have decided to become the artist.