I peeked my head outside bedroom door like a frightened meerkat. Peering down the hallway, double checking if anyone was there. Scurrying back into my room, I rolled my chair behind my bedroom door. I took a deep breath then grabbed my headphones. As I slipped them on my head, the world around me seemed to disappear. The music began to hum into the ears. I started slowly rocking my head to the beat of the music. Before I knew it was stepping on the beat as well. I closed my eyes and listened. I was counting beats until the hook of the song came in. As the last hit of the drum started the course, it also started my dance routine. I was dancing across my room freely, away from eyes, away from it all. Letting my body unwind to the music, swaying to the beat, letting my limbs fly loose. I opened my eyes. I was no longer in my room. I was on stage and the mirror was my audience. I danced closer to my mirror, I twirled as I got close, then leaned down and reached out towards my audience, listening to their cheers and touching their fingers as I passed by. This was my moment, my time to let myself go. I'm the best and only dancer in this world. The song was ending, and I was counting the beats out loud.
“Five, six, seven, eight!”
I leaped straight into the crowd and landed on my bed. I giggled to myself and rolled over onto my back. I was looking up at my ceiling, my arms rising and falling on my chest. I stretched my arm to grab my water bottle off my bed. I sat up slowly and took a refreshing drink. My energy felt revitalized and the song that just came on was my favorite. I slowly stood up as the strings in the orchestra began to play. The brass instruments bellowed out next, and shook the whole room. I stretched my leg out to the side, and when the choir started singing, I launched myself into a pirouette, gracefully turning under the spotlight. I felt light as a feather, as I pranced about the stage. But this wasn't a solo dance. I reached out and grabbed another dancer, pulling my teddy bear off my bed and onto the stage with me. He stepped in time with the music to me, led my movements, and even spun me around. The music was rising to the finale. I dipped my dance partner to the final sound.
“Thank you for the dance madam.” I said in a lowered voice.
“Much obliged.” I laughed and tossed him onto the bed, he landed just before I did. My eyes started to feel heavy. The next song that was coming on I liked as well. I could hear the crowd cheering for an encore. Of course I couldn't disappoint my crowd. But I would have to join them on a different stage, the stage of my dreams.
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