Unconditionally

The Pressure Builds

Stella's POV

The sun streamed through my bedroom window, warming my skin as I took a deep breath, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. Today was the day of my audition for the prestigious dance academy. I had trained tirelessly, but as I stood in front of the mirror, the reality of it all sank in.

"Okay, Stella, you can do this," I whispered to myself, trying to channel the confidence I didn't feel. My reflection stared back, a mix of determination and uncertainty. Each day leading up to this moment had felt like a rollercoaster ride, and now, at the peak, I was terrified of the drop.

As I practiced my routine one last time, I pushed myself harder, the rhythm of the music pulsing through me. Each leap and turn felt like a fight against the expectations I had set for myself. What if I wasn't good enough? What if I tripped and fell flat on my face? I could almost hear Arnold's voice in my head, encouraging me to dance like no one was watching, but the fear was palpable.

I grabbed my phone, sending Arnold a quick message: "Good luck, captain! Remember, you're amazing, and you've got this!" It felt comforting to think about him, battling his own challenges on the ice. His reply came swiftly: "Thanks, Stella! You've got this too. Dance like no one's watching!"

His words ignited a flicker of courage within me. I had to remember why I loved to dance in the first place—not for accolades, not for applause, but for the sheer joy of it. With that thought in mind, I headed to the audition venue, the familiar knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach as I walked through the doors.

The room was buzzing with energy, a sea of talented dancers, each with their own dreams and fears. I felt like a small fish in a vast ocean. But I took a deep breath and steadied myself. This was my moment.

When it was finally my turn to perform, the spotlight illuminated the stage, warming my skin. As the music started, I closed my eyes, letting the rhythm guide me. With every movement, I poured my heart into the dance, embracing the freedom and passion I felt within. I danced for me. I danced to express myself, to celebrate my journey, and to break free from the chains of expectation.

As I finished my routine, the echoes of my performance lingered in the air, and I felt lighter than I had in weeks. I had done it. I had danced for myself, and it felt liberating. Whatever the outcome, I knew I had given my all, and that was what truly mattered.