The Stage
I’m standing behind a curtain, waiting for the music to begin. I try to go over the routine in my head; chaînés, assemble, tombe pas de bourrée, grand jeté. “Yes, I’ve got it! There’s no way I can mess up.” The lights flash signaling for the show to start. I take my place in the wing ready to start my turns onto the stage. The music begins to play, and my nerves immediately go away. Now I can relax doing what I love to do; perform.