It fells like centuries,
every thing is frozen.
Slow motion
Suddenly everything CHANGES!
Good? Or bad?
Well I don't know.
It feels like you're on stage.
You're about to perform in front of may people.
Hundreds maybe thousands.
You're nervous.
You're shaking.
You're waiting for the sing of the director to come out.
He waves and you walk on stage.
You stare at the red curtain imprint of you.
The heavy curtain goes up.
There's no turning back.
You look at the huge crowd in front of you.
The music comes on.
Everyone is staring at you.
Waiting for you room fail.
For you to fall.
It's the part.
You're in your element.
Slowly en point.
You dance.
Piruets and jumps.
Suddenly it happens.
The big mistake.
Or is it a sing to stop the torture.
Everything is blurry.
People are screaming.
The last thing you see is the red and heavy curtain falling down.
And then familiar faces.
'Ballet is a beautiful torture. '
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"Not agian! That 'dream' is driving me crazy! "
I whispered to myself.
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-M.
