The conflict of my chapter

Turn, point, plea, turn, point, and plea. That was all I could think about, it was my solo. At practice I was trying so hard to get it perfect, I twisted my ankle. My recital was just two days away. I knew I couldn't perform. My life sucks.

 

DANCING IS MY LIFE

 

 

I remember running on stage to get in my spot. The gleaming white light glowing on my perfectly pink cheeks. The light was so bright that I couldn't see. I looked around me and all the other dancers were smiling, and i could tell that this was a brand new chapter of my life.