The Swan with the Broken Wings

Come in to Meet Me

She raised herself up on tiptoes and arched her back, arms up in an arc above her head, as she stretched out her left leg before her, taking in an easy breath. She was not nervous, after many years of doing just this it came as natural as breathing. Even the large crowd did not deter her. All she had to do was dance.

Dancing was the one thing in life she was sure she could do.

"You're up in five minutes," one of the backstage men said from just outside her open door. She smiled at him in acknowledgement before doing her final stretches. Her family would be watching her, they usually do, if they could help it.

She walked to the center of the stage and took position, tried to get herself into the zone. But when the music started to play it was obvious there was no need to worry, her arms and legs felt as fluid as water and she knew they would move just as fluidly as they have never failed to do, the moment she started dancing thirteen years ago.

The lights moved with the flow of the music, courtesy of the background staff, and when the beat changed so did she. Her head lifted, eyes roaming the crowd but looking for no one. She raised up her arms, and began.

"You did great out there Macy!," Rebecca exclaimed excitedly, as she glomped her friend. The body glitter was getting all over the other girl's clothes and it bothered Macy to a certain extent, but Rebecca remained undeterred as she continued to squeal about her friend's apparently amazing talents. Macy felt her heart warm up at Rebecca's insistent praises, she only knew about Macy's dancing since last week and has been so stubborn about seeing her perform live. As her dear friend, Macy could do nothing less than give her a backstage pass to see it.

She gave Rebecca a squeeze back and pulled away to look at her.
"Thanks B," she said, prolonging the last syllable. "Wanna see the others?"

Rebecca nodded and they both walked on over to one of the chairs to observe the other performances. This particular talent show was being put on by the Millennium Dance Complex, with them being so renowned only the best of the best were on it. Macy watched her friend be amazed by all the other talented dancers of her studio, and was happy to watch her. The next one up was a dark haired boy Macy had seen a couple times in the studio. He was really good, even she had to admit, with the type of musicality other dancers would kill to have. The guy has a natural talent for it.

"Next up is Hans Lowe dancing to Edge of Glory by Lady Gaga!," the emcee piped up loudly.

The part japanese boy walked up to the stage and started to dance.

Macy watched. The boy's movements were strong, yet fluid. It was like watching art in motion the way he moved perfectly to every beat, every pause. Macy has seen more talented dancers, but at the age of seventeen and being this good, she could tell it was only a matter of time before he surpassed even those who are better than him now.

The boy bowed and the crowd cheered. His was probably one of the best performances they'd seen tonight, she wouldn't be surprised if it was, Hans never failed to deliver a powerful performance for as long as she's known him.

Macy looked to her friend beside her and was only slightly surprised at the look of pure awe in her friend's face. Rebecca had her eyes trained on the boy as he moved down from the stage then out of view.

"That guy was so good!," Rebecca exclaimed turning to Macy.
"Yeah I know, Hans has always been kinda a prodigy," Macy said, huffing. "Hes in Jerry's class so I never get to see him, but the times I do see him, hoo - is he a monster." Rebecca could only nod dumbly in agreement.

They finished watching the show and by eleven pm they started piling into Rebecca's car.

"Thanks for driving me, Rebecca," Macy said lingering outside the door of Rebecca's car.