The Stage Awaits

Her little feet rocked back and forth beneath the chair as she waited for the teachers to chime her name. Usually, she didn’t like waiting, but this time she could wait a century.

As time drew closer her little heart began to beat faster. She knew the time would come when her weak feet and wobbly knees would need to take centre stage, and her voice would have to be played. Like a violinist plays their violin, like a pianist plays their piano. She knew today was the day where all would be seen, and all would be known. But was she ready?

The pupils in her eyes rolled over towards the clock as the sound of each passing second, echoed within her mind. Sweat beads began to emulate upon her brow, but she erased them with her mini fingers. Her heart began to pound harder through her rib cage, as she watched the little ballerina girl, Chloe, takes her last bow to the audience and walk off stage. It was now time.

But why couldn’t there be more time?

A pair of long legs towered over her and was accompanied with a friendly smile.

“Are you ready?” He asked, with a gleam of faith within his eyes. Faith for her perhaps?

Her head nodded slightly as he slowly guided her towards the stage. Her little heart sent musical beats all throughout her body as the image of the stage drew closer, and a sea of faces clouded her vision.

This is it.