Only know you love her when you let her go. If only you know how true this is. Thoughts pile up in my mind as the long tail of my muav silk skirt softly touches my bare legs. The compitition,focus on something real.
"Number thirty-one" My heart is racing. I sashay to my area on the stage and wait for my song to come on.
When I hear the daunting sound on the first words well I didn't tell anyone, I start with my coupê turn, and by the time I get to the middle I am feeling, loving, and adding more to the music. I end my piece with a tilt and hear the crowd roaring with applause. I sashay off the stage into the arms of my best friend Olivia.
She squeels like a four year-old and say "Ohmegosh you did great!"
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