Isadora Moon Goes to the Ballet

Isadora Moon, that’s me! And this is Pink Rabbit. He is my best friend. We do everything together. Some of our favorite things include flying near the stars in the night sky, having glitter tea parties with my bat-patterned tea set, and practicing our ballet.
We have been practicing our ballet a lot recently and putting on shows for Mom and Dad. I have discovered that Dad’s vampire cape makes a great stage curtain! It looks especially nice with silver-star sequins glued onto it . . . though I am not sure Dad agrees. He seemed a little . . . annoyed last time he saw his best cape being used as a stage curtain.
“It’s covered in stars!” he complained. “I’m not a wizard—I’m a vampire! Vampires don’t have starry capes.”
I felt bad then, but it was okay because Mom waved her wand, and the stars all disappeared. She can do things like that because she’s a fairy. She was the one who brought Pink Rabbit to life for me.
“Good as new!” she said, sitting down on one of the chairs Pink Rabbit and I had put out for the audience. Dad sat down too, with my baby sister, Honeyblossom, on his lap, and they all waited for our show to begin.
“Right,” I whispered to Pink Rabbit once we were behind the non-starry curtain. “Can you remember your moves?”
Pink Rabbit nodded and did a perfect leap. He’s been getting very good at ballet lately. I gave him a thumbs-up.
“Let’s go!” I whispered.
Together we leapt out from behind the curtain in a magnificent jump. Mom and Dad clapped and cheered. Pink Rabbit began to twirl on his tippy-toes. I swirled and twirled in my glittering black tutu.
“Excellent!” called Dad.
“Enchanting!” said Mom, waving her wand so that we were showered with pink flower petals.
At the end of the show, I gave a deep curtsy and Pink Rabbit bowed, and Mom and Dad cheered some more. Even Honeyblossom clapped her chubby little hands.
“That was really wonderful!” said Mom. “And so professional!”
Pink Rabbit looked proud and puffed out his chest in his striped waistcoat.
“One day you’ll both be prima ballerinas!” said Dad.
“I hope so!” I said as we both tiptoed gracefully across the floor. We followed Mom and Dad down the stairs and into the kitchen for breakfast. It was seven o’clock at night, but we always have two breakfasts in our house. One in the morning and one in the evening. That is because Dad sleeps during the day. He has his breakfast in the evening, before going out for his nightly fly.
“I want to be just like Tatiana Tutu!” I said as I began to spread peanut butter on a piece of toast. Tatiana Tutu is my favorite ballerina of all time.
I have never seen her in real life, but I always watch when she’s on TV, and I have a special scrapbook filled with pictures of her. I cut the pictures out of magazines and decorate them with starry sequins and silver glitter.
I also have a big poster of Tatiana Tutu on my bedroom wall. She is wearing a sparkling black tutu and her famous star diamond tiara. Her black tutu looks exactly like the kind a vampire-fairy might wear. . . . It looks just like mine!
“If you keep practicing and work hard at your ballet, I’m sure you’ll be as good as Tatiana Tutu one day,” said Dad as he poured himself a glass of his red juice. Dad only ever drinks red juice. It’s a vampire thing.
“Yes,” said Mom. “Keep practicing and one day maybe we’ll come to watch you and Pink Rabbit perform in a real theater!” Pink Rabbit bounced up and down.