Groping onto the handrail, I climbed the cold, metallic stairs, my leather shoes brushing against it. Filled with anxiety, I scurried along the concrete floor to the other dancers. The world around me was black; the blue velvet curtains created a cloak of darkness, like the night.
Twirling Twirling-Twirling Along with the shhing of the pointe shoe on the stage The smooth, sweet music playing to her sharp moves.
Spinning like a little girl in the rain Making it look so easy, but yet so hard The precise frappe out of the spin Like a prancing reindeer in the snow.