AKA Smile

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i. 

 "Final pose and...picture!" my teacher shouts, taking a look at our final positions. She shakes her head, then quickly moves to make a few small adjustments before going back to where she first stood. Satisfied, she nods her head, going to grab her phone to take a picture."Smile girls!" she says, and I smile, because this is the grand finale and that's what I need to show the audience, how happy I am as my character. 

 ii. 

"You are all dancers, and you need to treat this as a performance. Jazz is all about the smiles and charm. If I see any of you here not smiling, you will fail your assessment," my dance instructor condemns. His words have an immediate effect on us, and everyone grins through the jazz combination exercise we are doing. I smile, because I am a dancer and I have to imagine there is an audience watching my every move.

 iii. 

 "Your job is to smile. No matter how tiring it is, you cannot show the audience. They didn't come to watch you all pant and be tired and dance lousily. Understand?" My instructor snaps at us, and we all nod and say "yes" in unison, smiling our way through our dance because that is our job, that is our mission and that is a singular purpose that unites us all. 

 iv.

Smile

That is my job. 

That is my role. 

That is my purpose. 

Smile through everything. 

Smile through failure, 

Smile through pain, 

Smile through hurt, 

Smile through anything and everything. 

v. 

 I cannot fail. As a dancer, as a person.I cannot fail. If I do, I must smile. I must smile, and show the world, my world, and the people in it, that it is okay to fail, that it's okay not to be good, that it's okay not to be on top of your game. 

That is but a lie.

I am a dancer, and what am I except perfection?  

How can I be anything less than perfect? 


 vi. 

 I am a dancer, and I smile for perfection. 


~End~


A/N: Hi all. Thank you for reading so far. So I've published about 10 stories (ish). I'm not really sure how and if I should continue. I'm not sure how my writing is, or whether yall like it or not. I might stop here. Let me know?  Sorry for the messed up publishing schedule btw. 

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