I was dancing in the spotlight when i saw him, the boy i have always dreamed about, his blue eyes glued to mine, i span once more using him as my spot and stopped. I withheld a smile and turned away from him to do my pirrouhette .
Later as I headed out the back doors to catch a taxi, he was there again watching me. He was leaning against a taxi door, beconing me to him silently. I felt like going over there to say hello, but something stopped me. I looked up at him for the last time ready to say goodbye, he held the taxi door open clocking me to take it. I stepped towards the door and slid in elegently while smiling up at his angel like face. He shut the door for me while grinning, the boy made me chuckle a little as he looked at me affectionatly, it made my cheeks flush bright pink.
When i got to my next dance lesson i was five minutes late. Miss Honey made me do some stretches at the back of the studio on the ballet bar. The rest of the lesson was like the others, painful yet satisfying. We the heard the door open, and all of our eyes drew to the object standing in the room.
It was him.
