I remember as a child I always believed in fairy tales. I would go outside in my princess dress and wave at my supposedly royal subjects. Life was practically made up of fairies, prince charming’s and castles. Back then I knew where to look for magical things in life but now my castle is a cheap studio apartment and instead of being a princess of a magical kingdom I am the princess of check out chicks. Life was bland and nothing exciting happened to me. I had given up hope on finding the magic in my life.
The start of the week is the worst time, it is like the beginning of the boring recurring cycle that never stops. I quickly put my long brown hair into and bun and swiftly slid on my ruff supermarket uniform. When I arrived at work I went to my cashier that I had become quite familiar with and started my dreaded work. After about 3 hours of scanning and asking how people’s days have been I took my lunch break.
For the half an hour break that I had I caught up with my closest friend Sarah. Sarah had been by my side since we started high school. She was like my other half. “Come on Makala is this seriously what you want for your life. To earn minimum wage doing the job that you absolutely hate. Sarah exclaimed. “It’s not like I haven’t thought about it. I can’t just quit. I would have nowhere to go.” I argued back. Sarah gave me a look and replied “You and I know perfectly well that you want to dance but you just won’t try. You are a very talented dancer just follow it.” I have to go back. And with that I stood up and left.
As I walked along the esplanade towards the supermarket I wondered what my life could be if I danced. I always won first prizes at ever eisteddfod I participated in but when I finished high school reality hit me like a brick wall. That’s when I woke up, there was the slightest chance of me actually making it big in the ballet industry. I remembered when I danced how I felt free and like there was no problems just me and the music taking over my movement. I made magic every time I danced in my point shoes. I’m not sure what got over me next but I marched into the store manager’s office and said confidently “I quit”.
I walked out of that shop laughing and feeling such a rush. I did it, I actually did it I kept repeating in my mind. I was in utter disbelief. As soon as I arrived home I searched for auditions online. There was one that caught my eye. It was for the Australian ballet company. I decided right then that that audition was my main priority. So when the day had come for the audition I walked confidently into the dance studio and let the music take over again. In that moment I created my own magic, it didn’t matter whether I got in or not it was that I was happy with the magic that I created for myself.
