Hey guys! I know you hate me for not updating my other three stories, but everything I write is crap, and ProngsLovers computer is broken. So yeah, you can shoot me, but I've had this idea for a while, and I figured what the heck, maybe it will help me get over writers block. Sorry again.
Spin. Leap. Dip. Twirl. A young girl moved to the alluring beat of the music currently playing in the crowded stadium. She moved in the timeless art of graceful expression. Twirling one last time, she bowed. One leg extended in the front. Back leg bent. Feet parallel. Head down. Wrists crossed, hands limp. She held her pose for a full minute as the crowd loudly clapped. Flowers were thrown, and the clapping only increased as she picked one up, put it between her lips, and slowly danced off the stage. The crowd continued clapping as more items were thrown onto the newly crowded stage. The lightly curled ebony hair bounced as she danced, turquoise eyes glistened happily.
As congratulations were received, a smile never left her face. Happy look fading slightly hours later as she left, ballet shoes tied over her shoulder, pink rose in hair, and soft new teddy clutched to her chest.
As rain began to trickle lightly, a car swerved, missing the girl by inches. She flinched. Falling, throwing hands in front of her face, she let out a high pitched shreik.
The young woman driving later recalls waking up at home with a horrible hangover. She doesn't remember drinking. And for some reason, she had a weird dream with cars, flashing lights, disappearing girls, and ballet shoes.