Verity's POV
I wake up extra early today to head for my aerial performance. It starts around 10 a.m. and won't finish before the noon, so I already called to school that I won't be coming today.
I usually only perform in the afternoons or at the weekends, but this performance is extra important. I have been preparing for it for a long time. There will be many other aerialists, the best from our state. I'm excited, but also nervous. I want everything to be perfect, I have put in so much effort. According to the information I got quite a lot of people will see me perform, too.
Unfortunately, Missy won't be able to come and see me, because she has to be at school. I wouldn't want her to be absent because of me.
I pack my costume for today in my bag.
I have been working on it for a long time. For practices I just use leotards and the place I work as an aerialist for provides me with costumes sometimes, but I also make quite a few of them myself. I have learnt to use a sewing machine well, I was forced to when we had no one to take care of us. I have made this costume on my own, it is very important and needed to be perfect, so it took a long time. Of course, it would be easier to just have one made for me, but that is much too expensive.
I'm supposed to get to the place of performance early to go through my routine a few last times before the performance itself. There will be a lot people and I need to make sure everything is alright and ready. Also, I need enough time to prepare and everything.
I make some breakfast for me and Missy, and leave her plate on the kitchen table, because she's still asleep at the moment. I clean the kitchen after myself and after that, I quietly leave the house and head to the subway station.
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I changed to my costume, did my hair and went through my choreography on trapeze a few last times. The time is almost here and more and more people slowly start to come. I'm the last one to perform today and I don't know how to feel about it. On one hand, I'm happy that I'm not up too soon, but I know that after seeing so many great performances, people might not even notice me. But I'll do my best anyway.
I rub my arms which are full of bruises from all the practices and performances I do all the time. That's one thing a person must get used to when doing aerial dance. It often hurts. Though I have to say, I've been doing this for so long that I almost don't pay attention to the pain that it causes. I started learning to do aerial dance when I was five and performing when I was ten, when we needed money.
There's the risk of falling and getting seriously injured too, but after getting up there enough times, you stop thinking about that. You just go up there and enjoy the time when you feel like gravity doesn't exist at all,even though it could damage your health at any moment.
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