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Day 24 - Cinderella

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by light_hope04

by light_hope04

Write a scene based off of a song.

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Based on Cinderella by Steven Curtis Chapman.

Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
She spins and she sways to whatever song plays
Without a care in the world
And I'm sitting here wearing the weight of the world on my shoulders
It's been a long day and there's still work to do
She's pulling at me saying "Dad I need you!
There's a ball at the castle and I've been invited
and I need to practice my dancin'
Oh please, Daddy, please!"

[Chorus:]
So I will dance with Cinderella
While she is here in my arms
'Cause I know something the prince never knew
Oh I will dance with Cinderella
I don't want to miss even one song
'Cause all too soon the clock will strike midnight
And she'll be gone

[Verse 2:]
She says he's a nice guy and I'd be impressed
She wants to know if I approve of the dress
She says, "Dad, the prom is just one week away
And I need to practice my dancin'
Oh please, Daddy, please!"

She will be gone

[Verse 3:]
But she came home today with a ring on her hand
Just glowing and telling us all they had planned
She says, "Dad, the wedding's still six months away but I need to practice my dancin'
Oh please, Daddy, please!"

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"Please, Daddy, pretty please," the five-year-old girl pleaded while holding on to her father's arm.

Her father sighed and looked down at the bills in his hands. They needed to be taken care of by tomorrow or their electricity and water would be cut off. He raised his head and met the sparkling eyes of his daughter.

Setting down the papers, he took her small hand and stood up from the couch.

"Alright, April. Where are you going this time?" He slipped on his house slippers and allowed the little girl to stand on his feet.

"There's a ball at the castle, Daddy, and I need to practice my dancing." Her neck reared back to grin up at her father, gaps showing in her mouth where teeth had fallen out.

He smiled back down at her and ruffled her hair. "Well then, I guess we better get right to it."

Little hands in his and little feet on his, the father rocked and swayed to the beat of the music, the laughter of his daughter sweeter to his ears than any song he'd ever heard.

"Daddy, he's a nice guy. You'd be impressed," April said, eyeing her father's reaction as she ate a bite of her dinner.

Lifting his head to meet his daughter's eyes, the father saw something sparkling in her eyes as she spoke of the boy who had asked her to prom. Seeing the sincerity in her face, a smile unconsciously formed on his face.

After dinner, he was in the living room when April came in wearing her prom dress.

"What do you think, Daddy?" she asked as she twirled, making the skirts swish.

The father put away the newspaper he had been reading and stood up looking upon his daughter with a warm smile. "You look beautiful, sweetheart."

"She does, doesn't she?" his wife said as she came to stand beside him. "We're going to have to get personal bodyguards to protect her from all the boys that are going to be chasing after her now," she joked as she smiled at her daughter with the same expression as her husband.

"Daddy, the prom is just one week away, and I need to practice my dancing," April said with the same tone she used when she was a child as she reached out her hand towards him.

The father and daughter bowed to each other before they joined hands. He couldn't help but feel sad when he realized how big her hands had gotten compared to when she was younger. However, he decided not to dwell on that in this happy moment and danced with his daughter, bright smiles on both their faces.

The ring sparkled as she held up her hand. She was just glowing as she told her parents of all she and her fiancee had planned, and the father couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"Jake said he would visit next week, as my official fiancee this time," April said with a faint blush in her cheeks as if she hadn't yet gotten used to the change in title.

Her mother nodded and replied, "Well congratulations, honey. We're very happy for you." The two women hugged, tears already threatening to fall from the older one's eyes at the thought of sending her only child off.

When they separated, April turned toward her father with a familiar glint in her eyes. "Daddy, the wedding's still six months away, but I need to practice my dancing." She smiled at him, the same smile from when she was five years old.

He returned the smile, and April noticed the white hair and wrinkles with a sink of her heart.

She wasn't dressed in the princess dresses she used to wear when she was young nor was she in her prom dress, but her father found her even more beautiful in that moment.

Although the hands in his were no longer little, they were now able to hold his own with a strong grip.

As they looked at each other in the eyes, there was an undeniable sorrow underneath their smiles, yet there was a bigger happiness in their hearts.

The father held his Cinderella close as he swept her away.