•You must want to spend the rest of your life with yourself first•The audience is silent
Except for the steady hum of the music playing lightlyAll eyes are fixed on the girl who nervously drops her shoulders and focuses her eyes on some unknown center of balance.
Closing her eyes she readies herself
Scared but confident she stretches out her arms
Beckoning to her audience to join in this moment of complete vulnerability.Her heart beats as it pumps blood through her veins, the blood rushing to the tips of her fingers. The feeling triggering a flood of adrenaline to shoot through her like a drug. Addicting almost.
Fear
An emotion she hates. Fear she believes makes you seem small, weak.
Still she pushes on with every twist and turn. The pain that comes with perfecting everything.
This has to be perfect.