Painfully she slips on the flats, the tips of her toes flattened to perfection. The block of wood causing her toes to swollen. She has seen all of the beautiful dances the other contestants have performed. They all look exactly like her. Hair in a sleek bun,hiding in the back of their heads. Their eye make up is the only thing that separates them. Some represent a black swan persuading the audience with their sly, rebellious form of self. Some represent a beautiful mystical dove, who fit in with angels and could fly through the atmosphere. "What am I?" She thinks to herself. She paces the room and finally her name is called. She waits behind the curtain, slicks her hair, fixes her dress, and takes a deep breath. The room goes black and suddenly there is a bright blue light that reflects on her soft skin. The music begins. She gracefully outstretches her arms, like she is asking the air to dance. Her legs begin to move and the feeling rushes in. The rhythm takes over her body and she's running through the blue beacon becoming dizzy and questions if her art is good enough. If the audience is criticizing or if they are in awe? Her eyes blaze to a fiery red and she is left to the black ground. She wonders if all this hard work is worth it. If this dream is really hers to have. If so many nights of self pity or love meant anything. The flowers her mother gives her. The anxiety she fears rushes in and she begins to think of awful thoughts. Her heart is racing as she twirls, and leaps though the air. Flying on the stage on the tips of her toes. She is panicking and the crowd is oblivious, they don't look deeper than her blissful twirls. Her face, oh her face, they see a smiling girl who lives to dance in cathedrals, not the girl who was once five and had to smash her feet into little pink pointe shoes to make her mother smile because that's all she accounted for. They look to her perfectly tight ribbons that took her 20 minutes to perfectly tie. They see the dancer, not the woman who dances. The audience sits in tears, the women are astonished and the men sit and admire as she is the epitome of elegance and true Aphrodite beauty... At that moment she knows she has done her deed, she arises from her position and walks off stage.
