Dance

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Staying up figuring ways in how to remember routines.
Looking in the mirror checking everything's right.
Asking for someone to look and record you.
When dancing it feels euphoric,
Lightweight gliding like an ice skater.
Only feeling, hearing and sensing the music.
Her smile cascading into a bright rainbow.
Adjusting her movements,
Being careful not to hurt herself,
Every once in a while looking towards the crowd, to see them focusing on her movements.
She keeps going imagining her mother's smile in between the whole crowd.
Since a child to where she is now her only supporter her mother.
Her beautiful face lighting up each time.
Each time she made it through to the next round, each time mothers smile reaches her ears.
The music quietens out and comes to an end of the song.
She slows down feeling her heart rate pulsing, blood rushing everywhere getting back to normal places in her body.
The music comes to a halt and she ends it with the great finale.
Takes a breather, looks into the crowd and right at the top left corner her mothers smile shines bright like a shooting star in the night sky.
Fin.

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