random writing
March 21, 2017
The bright lights blind my eyes. I watch the graceful ballet dancer as she floats across the stage. It’s almost my turn to shine. My navy leotard with a silk skirt is freshly dry cleaned. My hair is fixed in a french braid that ends in a high bun. My heart skips a beat i hear the audience cheering and clapping. It’s my turn. I sigh and prance onto the stage. I flash a smile across my face my music starts. I leap across the stage.
