Listen to this song for the full effect.
She peeked through the slant in the thick velvet curtain, one eye closed, her nose scrunched up. The murmur of the crowd has hushed into a respectful silence. She knew the process and sounds all too well…ever since she had first faced the crowd including her proud mother and father and her encouraging sister two years her senior as an aspiring ballerina. She had danced her heart out at every performance beginning from her first debut as a human-like rose petal flower.
She looked down at her frilly tulle garment, noticing that it was much like the color of her very first costume as a four-year-old, except much more classic and grown-up this time. Stretching the sides of the fluffy skirt down with her anticipating fingers, she heard the familiar movement of the bows against the violins’ strings. This was the exact melody of her very first stage performance as a small, excited child.
Delicately pointing the toes of her right foot, she arched her entire body to her right, stretching out her arms in a slant toward the high, wooden rafters overhead. The music slowed, and she knew that was her cue. The heavy curtains drew apart, and she gracefully faced the anticipating crowd; they in the cloud of darkness, and she in the warm, bright spotlight.