Millions of impatient stars in the audience gleamed drearily for the next transition.
Lungs full of toxic nervousness,
Fists clenched with bouts of anxiety.
"ready, ok? 5,6,7,8...smile."
*In the wings, to center stage*
Miniature suns reflecting off the glitter glue costume,
like millions of tiny diamonds.
Intimidating stars became nothing more than the vast solar system they had once been face to face.
The stiffness in her body disappeared and suddenly,
This became natural
Flutters of airy movements flowed out of her body, from her legs to her dainty fingertips.
Transition to transition,
yet something seemed different.
There were no,
"what comes next"
"remember what you practiced"
"you messed this up last time"
No more beads of anxiety streaming from her forehead,
just as they had once been a mere 12 seconds ago.
Pirouettes clearly not held tightly, however,
that cheesy yet genuine smile...unfazed.
Daggers that once held her pointe shoes in place disappeared,
she tip toed from cloud to cloud.
This looked natural.
Her legs couldn't extend to the heavens like all the other dancers,
other dreamers could have easily filled her pointe shoes.
She was there to make that 'pointe.'
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