A Stage of My Own

Wed, 08 Oct 2025 22:52:11 +0000

I stand behind the dark, blood-red curtains, silently waiting for the faint ring of bells, the starting sound. I watch the other dancers on stage, they seem so much more graceful than me. I move the curtain ever so slightly, looking out into the seemingly endless crowd. Their eerie gaze seemed like they were criticizing the dancers’ every move. My mind started racing with a million thoughts a second. I wondered, what if I mess up? What if I fall? Just the thought of it could give me a heart attack.