The Start of a New

The beginning of something. Hard to say what.

My heart is beating so fast and so hard

I start to wonder if the audience can hear it from backstage.

I take a precious minute  to warm up my feet once again

just like the other ten times before this.

What if I mess up?

I wouldn't dare let myself.

I hear the sound of clapping hands of the anxious crowd behind the red curtain.

The last performance has just finished

taking a small bow before lightly exiting the stage.

I see the very crack in the curtain as it raises.

Pairs of watchful eyes look over me as the music starts.

I take a deep breath and start to dance.


The End

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