Step.
Step.
Step.
Run and leap, and down. I loved being on stage dancing. Listening to the music. This wasn't my first live appearance but it was a big one. This was national television. So it had to be perfect.
Grabbing my leg i held it to my head for four beats and lowered it slowly letting the deafening silence have a pace. I loved when I could capture my audience.
I spun once, twice, three times continuing until I reached eight spins. I then ran across the stage building momentum for a leap across the stage. 3. 2. 1. Leap.
It was perfect until i saw my mother following my fathers best friend out of the building.
It wasn't the pain in my ankle, the crack I heard from it, or the gasping of the crowd which made me cry.
It was the feeling that something was wrong, and then my ankle pain kicked in. As I sat there on the stage, holding my ankle trying to stop the pain, a single spotlight came on me. Then it went out.
Leaving me in total darkness and complete silence.
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When we dance
Teen FictionWhen dancer Elizabeth jade Skylar falls on live television and hurts her ankle she decides it's best to quit dancing. Forever. So Elizabeth, now know as Skylar, moves away, changes her look and forgets about dance. In walks Hunter Rush, from th...
