I watched intently as she gracefully danced across the stage. I have never seen something so fluent and done so beautifully. She was portraying the role of an abandoned swan. Lost and disoriented. Until the gods and angels above help the poor creature find its way. She did it perfectly.
Ballet was an art. A passion that was danced admired by so many people around the world. It took time and patience to perfect this art. Just like it would take time and patience to repaint a Van Gogh piece.
But this was her thing. Her language. Her culture. And as any culture and language, you must practice until the day comes to use those practises for good. Today was her day.
As she finished with the routine, claps echoed throughout the hall. Adoring smiles, whistles, flowers being thrown on stage.
However the swan was not fazed by any of it. She simply bowed gave a confidant smile and returned backstage.
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