He, She, They, Dance

She is nervous say beads of sweat dripping from her brow down to the floor. She is scared says the worried expression on her glistening face. Although she has a million butterflies swarming in her stomach, she is confident says the pile on pointe shoes in the corner of her room, all torn and teared like rags. She is going to be okay says the warm and reassuring face he sends her. It’s time says the stern and stiff voice of the people that stand before her and her fate. The performance has begun says the taps of her pointe shoes on the rubbery ground. She is a ballerina says her gorgeous legs and long feet. She’s a fighter says her talent. He is determined says his spirit and strength. He has worked hard say the years of sacrifice. He is hiding his nervousness says his face, hiding the feeling of worry and fear by replacing it with a smile as bright as the moon. She is scared says the anxious face she gives him. She will be okay says the face of a true fighter on his face. The time has come says the turning on papers projecting from the tables to the wings where they stand. The dance begins says the chime of the piano that sings the tunes in a perfect melody. They are prepared say the hours of painful classes spent in a studio. They are passionate say the hundreds of programs that spell out their names in big, bold letters. They are persistant say their piles of rejection letters that landed in their mailboxes one to many times. They must do this says the days spent choreographing and correcting that led up to this moment. They are beautiful say the awed faces on the judges. They are dancers say the perfect movements that shoot back at those tough judges. The dance has ended says the final tap of the piano keys. They are exhausted say their gasps for breath. They made it in say their acceptance letters. They are dancers.