A Ballerina Story
“Dancing is like dreaming with your feet. You know who said that?” Eyes wide with curiosity, I shook my head with a soft no. “Constanze Mozart did. You know Mozart, the famous composer, don’t you? I bet he was nervous before he preformed in front of people too. Sweetie, you can’t be afraid to let yourself loose once you get on the stage. Don’t be nervous. You’re going to be a star out there, I can just feel it.” Brushing one of my soft brown curls out from my face, she looked down at me and simply smiled. Her smile was filled with a reassurance that everything was going to be okay, as if she didn’t need to say anything more. She handed me a little pink bag with my name on it in sparkly black letters. Loving surprises, I didn’t hesitate to open my present. Throwing the tissue paper out of the bag and making it fly into my little brothers face, I slowly took out the most precious music box I had ever laid my eyes on. Anything that was pink had to be mine, and the sight of the pink music box with my name on top of it made my heart skip a beat. It was absolutely perfect, except one important thing was missing. My mom must have saw my puzzled face, because she immediately told me if I promised to calm down and relax about my recital she would give me the key to open the box. There was nothing more that I could do but nod my head, she was in command. Even though there was no way from getting my butterflies to calm down, I had to try. My parents have always been there for me, every recital I have had she was there hand in hand with my dad. He always has one hand saved for the video camera, after all home videos are his favorite. My mom always calls me her little prima ballerina and today I wanted nothing more than to make my parents proud of me. Nothing warms my heart more than to see them smiling from ear to ear, eyes shinning at the sight of their little girl twirling and dancing on the stage, and most of all to know they’re there. Today was a...
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