She Dances

Standing offstage, she cautiously peeks her head around the curtain. She sees Him. His eyes beg for her to take the stage, assume her beginning position, but her body grows limp. Her strength wanes as her knees collapse and her shoulders cave in. She breathes deeply. She breathes and regains her composure, repeatedly pointing her toes. As she takes a step forward into the dim light, she feels the blisters on her feet, is reminded of the aching in her muscles, and she hears, "Can you be sure that He'll even like it?" For a moment, she envisions the pirouettes and jetés being met by silence. She fears the practice and the dedication will be met by disapproval. Gently, a whisper arrests her attention as she continues across the stage, "He will love it. He loves you." As she positions her body, she looks up and her eyes catch His. He is reassuring, and she finds courage. Her chin lifts. The spotlight shines.

She dances.

 

(P.C.: Ryan Woodward)