All I had was a skin colored leotard that I was supposed to wear under my leotard. While the director was trying to convince my mom that the nude leotard would be okay as my mom almost got to the point of yelling, I started scrambling to find something to wear. After no success with my mom, the director went up to another group of dancers to ask for one of their tops. They said yes, and I came very close to wearing a red, sparkly, fluffy top with my tights.
After Harley found a black leotard in her car, her mom ran up to me and handed me her workout top. With minutes to spare, I wore her burgundy tank top and a blue skirt I found in my dance bag. I performed, and even though the kids in the audience would have like my pink tutu more, at least I’m glad I got to dance for them. My first solo performance wasn’t like my eight-year-old fantasy, but at least I have an interesting memory behind