Why can't I tell you how I feel?

We jumped, we turned, and when all else failed we pointed our toes…

By the end of it all, I was absolutley exhausted.

After all of the ‘congratulations’ and ‘great job’s I had gotten from everyone. I went to my dressing room and changed out of my costume, which was, to the wardrobe people relief, unharmed. I put on my normal clothes and closed the door behind me, when I heard someone yelling my name…

“Hey, B, wait up,” I turned to see Riley running towards me.

He embraced me in a hug.

My heart started to pound.

“You were amazing, B, sorry I didn’t get to congratulate you earlier, its just you were sorta surrounded by …well everyone,” he laughed

“Thanks, Riley, you were great too,” I said

I couldn’t have done it without you, I thought to myself

“Yeah, I guess,” He smiled,, “but you totally stole the show,”

I turned bright red.

“ I should get out there, my parents are probably wondering where I am, I’ll see you at dance class tomorrow, right?” he asked.

“Yeah, see you then,” I said.

He smiled, and waved goodbye.

I sighed and leaned against the wall.

why can’t i just tell him how I feel?

The End

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