The stage glitters before me. The lights are blinding white as I look across the stage, preparing for my big entrance. I’m not nervous, I never am. My shoes are tight but perfectly tied. I take deep breaths. There will be a lot of people watching me tonight.
They’ll love me.
Later, people would call it the best performance of my life. The one that gained me international recognition, the one that won me awards. I was a dancer, and people were actually paying attention to me. My family had always had their doubts, but even they were happy for me now. Even they were proud now. Look what I had done.
The train on my way back to my apartment is crowded. Public transportation always is, but I don’t mind. Plenty of time for me to collect my thoughts and mull over how I thought the show went. My apartment is empty when I get home, I’m never home often enough for a pet. I look out the window, the city spread out and illuminated before me. A beautiful day, a beautiful show, and a beautiful city. I can feel my eyes closing already, the inevitable adrenaline crash after an evening of momentum and beauty and dancing and art.
My last thought before I slip into peace is how I can’t wait to do it all again tomorrow.
