the way they move

There has always been that small part of me that was always searching for more; in everything. If a song makes me happy, I desire for it to make me even happier than it already does. Is it bad to want more? Does it stop me from really appreciating the moment because I am never truly satisfied? Does everyone feel like this, or is it just me?

There is only one moment when I am truly happy. But I think that, that is when you have found your life's purpose. It's when you know that what you do truly is what is meant for you, almost as if it was designed to only fit your personality, your experiences, your life; it's when no one else is perfect for that special role.

"Five minutes!" I am pulled out of my daydream when I hear Samantha, the tour assistant, yell that there is only five minutes until the performance begins. At this point I quickly add the finishing touches of blush to my cheeks. I rush out of my dressing room and almost run into Hailey as she runs out of her dressing room. We just laugh at the fact that we are always the ones rushing out of the dressing rooms right as the curtain is about to go up.

Hailey takes my hand as she pulls me along with her. We make it to where the performers are lined up right as they call Hailey and me over to our first entrance points. I begin to feel the anxiety that always comes before a performance. After all these years, the anxiety is still an uneasy feeling that I still cannot shake. Brooke takes my hand and gives it a tight squeeze already knowing what was happening. There were only four people in the whole company that know of the anxiety. As I look over at Hailey she gives me a reassuring smile to which I give her a small nod. The lights on the stage are dim and the curtain slowly begins to rise with the first note of the music. I quickly crack my knuckles and wait for my cue to go on stage.

As soon as the ladies of the court are meant to go on we all enter. As I step on the stage Everything goes away. There is no life outside of the performance going on. I truly become a part of the story. I am living my life through the act I put up. It's the moment I connect with the story. I am a part of it until the curtain drops. I can see everything clearly, I don't have any questions in this moment. No one can take the magic away from this moment. It is something otherworldly, the feeling I get when I dance. There is no need for center stage, as long as I'm on the stage- I am completely and unconditionally happy. There is no happier feeling for me. This is the feeing I want to get from everything good in life.

As the last note is hit and we all do the final move the crowd is silent. I take this moment to look out into the audience. The theatre is full to capacity from what I can see . After that treasured silent second, the whole room erupts into applauses. I can hear a collective breath being exhaled from everyone on stage. I enjoy dancing so much that I forget how to do anything but dance. I can see a big smile on everyone's face as we hold our positions until the curtain fully drops.

As soon as we are out of sight from the audience we all join in a group hug. All the other dancers that weren't onstage for the final dance come out on stage to join the group hug. I stay toward the outside so that I won't be surrounded by as many people. All the women line up together in front of the men. When the curtain rises everyone is still standing. All of us women walk forward and curtsy in a synchronized matter. We split down the middle and go to separate sides of the stage as the men step up and bow together. When they split down the middle the last line-up left to bow is the one made up by the principle dancers. After they bow we all take a unified bow and the curtain closes for the last time that evening.

I rush of stage along with the dancers that aren't principles, because we can change out of our costumes but they can't. They have to go out and meet with the producers and however many fans they can. I get to the dressing room I share with Brooke and three other dancers. "Wait! don't you dare change out of that outfit yet Faye." Just as I was beginning to untie my ballet shoes Brooke burst into the room. I thought I would get away with changing before she came to insist we take a picture. I don't normally mind but today has been too long of a day. "ugh" I sigh deeply and get up. I give her a hug even though we are both a bit sweaty. "You did great" I tell her as I pull away. "And you darling, were perfect. As always." I smile and she quickly snaps a picture before I even noticed she had her phone out.

I scowled at her because the picture probably looked like crap. She always seems to catch me mid smile and I always look as if I'm drunk or on something. She quickly puts the phone with the front facing camera and takes a picture of both of us. That one is at least decent. I hoped she would be satisfied with that but she quickly shoots down that idea when she asks Tiffany, a dancer, to take a full body picture of us. after her phone is handed back she insists on taking one of me alone but I only agree after I convince her to let me take one of her with my phone so that she can't delete it. After she agrees we quickly take the pictures.

After what seems like an eternity I can finally take of the outfit. My whole body can finally able to breath properly and all my blood begins to flow accurately, or so that's what it feels like. When I begin to take of the make-up Brooke begins to snap pictures of me again, only these are of me making weird faces as I take the make-up off. I stick out my tongue at her and she quickly snaps a picture. I see her typing through the mirror and I know that one is for sure on some type of social network. Shortly after she begins to take off her make-up as my phone bings from a notification. I check it quickly and sure enough, I have a twitter and Facebook notification from Brooke. I quickly open up the picture and it actually looks quite quirky and adorable. The funny thing is that the eye I was squinting had make-up on it still because i hadn't gotten to it yet.

I finish taking off my make-up and change into my clothes. It's May in London so it's a bit chilly yet humid. I slip on a black dress with some gladiator sandals and a denim jacket. We have plans to get a quick bite to eat with some friends after. Just as I get a message from my friend, Brooke finishes putting on her shoes. She grabs her cardigan, purse, and duffle bag and motions toward the door. I grab my purse and duffle bag and follow her out into the hallway. We head over to Hailey's dressing room and get to her door just as she exits. "They're waiting for us outside by the entrance because they don't know where the back door is." Brooke and Hailey nod their heads and I begin to head out toward the backdoor. "We could just cut through the stage. It'd be quicker." I nod my had at Hailey and Brooke and I follow them out toward the stage exit. "Hey girls!" we all turn toward were the boys stand. "Good show." We nod our heads and compliment them as well. "Would you guys like to join us? We're just going to grab a bite with some friends?" The boys nod their heads and follow us out.

"Hey Faye, again, I'm really sorry that you had to stay an extra hour to work with me on the performance. I rolled my eyes at Beck's apology. He had already apologized to me a thousand times throughout practice and before the performance. I quickly gave him a kiss on the cheek and looked him in the eyes. "Honestly Beck, it's no problem. You had to take your grandmother to the hospital. I understand. I'm just glad she's okay. Mama Betty is the best and we wouldn't want anything to happen to her." I gave his hand a reassuring squeeze and pulled him to where the others where waiting for us to catch up to them.

We exited the building and sure enough they were waiting for us by the statue. We made our way to them and did the brief introductions.

Notes

Hello Readers!
Here is yet another story. I've been planning this one for a while now but hadn't had time to upload it. Now that I have internet again and it just so happens to be close to the end of the school year, I will have more time on my hands to truly turn this into something better than the other stories. Let me know what you guys think! I love to read, keep that in mind.
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