Unconditionally

An Unexpected Invitation

Stella's pov

The morning sunlight streamed through my bedroom window, casting soft patterns on the floor as I sat cross-legged on my bed, scrolling through my phone. I was still buzzing from the showcase, but a lingering sense of self-doubt hung in the air like an unwelcome guest. I couldn't shake the feeling that I hadn't truly expressed myself on stage, that I'd simply danced to meet expectations rather than my own desires.

Suddenly, a notification popped up that caught my attention: "Invitation to Perform at the Sydney Arts Festival!" My heart raced as I opened the message. The festival was a huge deal, a platform for dancers and performers to showcase their talents in front of industry professionals and a vibrant audience.

I couldn't believe it. This was the opportunity I had dreamed of—a chance to truly shine, to share my art with others. But as excitement swelled within me, a familiar wave of anxiety crashed over. The festival was scheduled for the same week as Arnold's hockey tournament. I couldn't help but feel torn; could I really prioritize my passion for dance over the fear of not being enough?

I set my phone down, my mind racing. Performing at the festival could change everything for me. It was my chance to step into the spotlight and show everyone—my instructors, my friends, and most importantly, myself—what I was capable of. But then, the doubts crept back in. What if I couldn't live up to the expectations? What if I faltered again?

"Stella, are you in there?" Alison's voice floated through my door, pulling me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, come in!" I called, trying to keep my voice upbeat. I needed her perspective—she always seemed to see things clearly, even when I couldn't.

Alison bounded into the room, her energy instantly lighting up the space. "What's got you all moody? You looked amazing at the showcase! You should be celebrating!"

I glanced at my phone, the invitation still glowing on the screen. "I got invited to perform at the Sydney Arts Festival," I admitted, trying to sound casual. "But it's the same week as the tournament in Sydney."

Her eyes widened with excitement. "That's incredible, Stella! You have to do it! This could be your big break!"

I sighed, raking my fingers through my hair. "But what if I mess up? What if I freeze on stage? I don't want to go out there and feel like I did at the showcase."

"Hey," Alison said, stepping closer and placing her hands on my shoulders. "You can't think like that. You're an amazing dancer, and this is your chance to show the world your passion. Don't let fear hold you back."

I wanted to believe her. "But what if I miss something important? What if I don't get another chance to showcase my work? And what if—"

"Stella, you're overthinking it," she interrupted gently. "You deserve this opportunity. It's okay to take risks. You can't live your life in fear of failing. Plus, what if the tournament goes perfectly, and you find out you're just as good at competing? It could be a win-win!"

Her words lingered in the air, but the conflict inside me remained. Part of me craved the thrill of performing, while another part worried about disappointing everyone—my instructors, my friends, and even myself. I felt caught between two worlds: the dancer who wanted to express her true self and the version of me who felt trapped by societal expectations.

Alison must have sensed my hesitation. "Why don't you take some time to think about it? Write down your pros and cons or something. You're not alone in this, and I'll support whatever you decide."

As I nodded, the weight of uncertainty still pressed on my chest. I felt like I was standing at a crossroads, with both paths leading to something incredible yet daunting. Would I choose the festival and embrace my passion for dance, or would I play it safe and watch from the sidelines?

That night, as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, I contemplated my options. The festival was a chance to break free from my self-imposed chains and truly express myself.