A little girl dressed in a pink tutu walked on stage to dance for the noisy, busy world.
She began her dance with a soft twirl. Her steps elegant and swift, capturing the attention of the rowdy world.
As she continued to dance the world began to encourage her. The excitement in her building up.
The finale was up next.
Her pink slipper slipped on the hard wooden floor. Down she went with her tiara falling to the ground.
The world no longer applaud. Their looks of admiration changed to disappointment.
The girl pushed herself off and began her dance once again.
But her dance was no longer elegant, swift and sure. Her dance became frantic
Her body screaming don't leave, let me correct my mistake
Three twirls
I can do it, I promise.
Two leaps
Please, don't leave.
One fall
But they left
