The music swivels, goes high and low, soft and thunderish in the air. She sits, waiting for her turn, her shoes on her feet and her skirt around her waist. She's waiting to see if she got it, if she did it. If she was meant to be in this place. But she doesn't have to be told that, really.
she knows it herself.
I hope you like this one. I hadn't used my ballet shoes in a while.
Have a wonderful weekend! :)
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