Kirie waits in the wings, her heart pounding. She rubs sweaty palms together and murmurs a good luck mantra. Stepping forward into a pool of light, she strikes a pose. The conductor gives the down beat. The orchestra plays the first long, trembling note, and then the world becomes dance. One step follows the other . . . a turn, a jump, a fluid porte de bras. Notes carry her around the space. Now her heart sings. The music builds, reaches a crescendo, and falls like butterflies landing into silence, leaving her center stage, an elegant picture in lavender tulle and point shoes.
by S.K. Randolph
a Drabble first published at bookhippo.uk on 2016-08-03