"💙You now when it's your time, and this was ours💙".
Haley is a professional rhythmic gymnast who experienced an injury that made her doubt about her future as a gymnast. About the same year her boyfriend left her as he didn't like the idea of her...
I stare at the clock hanging on the wall. My hair comes down from my bed like water coming down the windows. 2.30 pm. Still another hour before the competition.
I look at the bruise next to my neck. Suddenly I see it. The light. The people. I feel like I'm spinning. I feel a butterfly. I feel like I've got it. I'm going to make the finals.
Every breath is held in the audience. Every eye is pointed to only one girl, dancing, smiling, me. Every hand is penetrating in the sits. Every second counts. Every move, every step, every turn.
Finally the last through. The one she had worked for months. One mistake, one wrong move can ruin a hard work a hard life I had worked my entire life.
She throws the ribbon. Turns, turns and turns again. Her eyes fixed only on one spot far away from the audience, from the sports hall. Her feet turns, loses stability. A loud smacking sound of her ankle breaking. Like the sounds of branches in fall breaking as you step on them. But this time 5 times louder. She falls on the floor and slides hitting the judges table with the side of her neck.
The anger of losing is greater than the pain she has. Suddenly the lights fade and everything becomes dark.
"Haley!! We have to go" and suddenly the whole scene vanishes away with my fears. I have to do it! So many years had passed since that fall. I was in coma for a month and lost a lot of confidence. But now it won't happen again because I've changed. "I'm coming mum!" I head to the bathroom. Brush my hair and pull it in a perfect bun. I take my newest leotard perfectly decorated with glitters and rhinestone and run downstairs.
2 hour later in the sports hall
"Next up Haley Brights" I hear the voice of speaker mixed with the almost faded voice of my coach. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. And as I step into the spotlight I just start dancing.
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Without even noticing I end my choreography with a "Grand Jeté". I stare at the judges taking note and at the audience all standing and clapping as though their hands were about to fall away. For a moment I thought. I can really do it. I step out of the spot light into the real world hearing the voice of my mates. I did it! I've really done it! I can win!
