performance

So on Saturday I had a ballet performance.
The thrill, nervousness, and sheer anticipation buzzing around was physically palpable.
My friends and I were practically shriveled up yet at the same time exploding with excitement.
As the dance before us came to an end and the curtain came down, we were shaking and hugging as if we would fall if we let go.
The curtain lifted... Vivaldi's Summer blossomed into a vivid daydream of green, red, yellow, and orange.
Shaking with a smile permanently frozen on my face, I leaped in with my line.
Spinning, bending, kneeling, running and jumping, the performance flew by without any mistake... Until the second half.
As I came up from a kneel, I felt a sharp pain in the toe, and I realised that I was turning on tape.
The throbbing continued, and I realized that I had stubbed my toe.
Finally, it was time for my group to run off stage as three of my classmates performed their solo
 The time flew by, and I had just enough time to find out that I had a lipstick stain on my skirt... wonderful :)
As I rose into an arabesque, I realised that my foot was sickling, and I slipped off of balance.
Kneeling in a v-formation, I feel my knee grinding on the black stage, and my arms are sore from exercising too much the other day.
My cheeks are shaking from smiling too much.
Finally, the dance is over, yet despite all the small stumbles, I feel accomplished.
As the last performance of this year, the ending was bittersweet.
Walking into the lobby, I saw that not only were my parents there, but my friends were there, too.
I felt so loved :)
This let me remember to cherish every little moment in my life... because why not?