Lights
A small 6 year old waddles to the dressing room.
Her hair pulled back into a neat ballet bun.
Tugging violently on the black laces of her tap shoes as an attempt to tie them.
She got a hold of a tube of vibrant ruby red lipstick,
smearing it all over her small,chubby, face.
She puts on her white dress with red polka-dots slowly trying not to rip it.
Also her floppy bow larger than her head.
Lead to the stage hand in hand with her classmates,
she is astonished, the stage is illuminated with lights of all different colors.
She smiled widely at the thought that she wouldn’t be leaving for a while,
this felt like home to her.
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