She stood there, the darkness surrounding her as she felt the black stage below her. The stage, it gave her an energy that nothing else did. It exhilarated her, brought new life to her as she stood there, waiting for the spotlight to focus on her. It was her first time in a solo role, always having been one of the background members who supported the lead role and made them look all that much better. But that was her now, she was the one who the spotlight was on, the one who everyone watched and criticized. She could feel herself getting more and more nervous as the seconds passed.
The first chimes of the music rang out in her ears as she got into her starting position. The light then blasted down on her, focusing on her, and heating up her whole body with it’s strength. She kept her face emotionless as she had been instructed to and began to do what she had been trained to do best. She danced. She lept and twirled across and around the stage. Pouring the emotions of the role into her performance, putting everything she had into the routine she had been practising, mercilessly for months now.
She danced until the music slowly faded out and the lights dimmed until she was once again in complete darkness. She could hear the deafening applause of the crowd, it filling up her ears and making her swell with pride. She had done it, she had her first solo performance and she hadn’t ruined it. The lights slowly lit up the whole stage and she stood there, taking her curtsy before she darted quickly and gracefully off the stage and into the wings.
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100 Days Of Writing
Short StoryThis is just a collecting of short stories I am writing based off a picture I found that has a 100 prompts. I will be writing and uploading a story a day if possible.
