When I Ceased to Exist

I wait in the darkness of the wings for my cue. Many other dancers are on the stage, dancing the steps they had been taught with easy confidence. It is easy for them; they are dancing together, they have the support of the group. When I go on stage I will be alone, for I am the lead. Every eye will be upon me when I break into the light with an impressive leap. Every eye will be judging whether I am worthy of the role I am given.
Each passing second brings me closer to my entrance and my body stiffens with nervous tension. Or maybe I am just getting cold. I jog on the spot, rolling my shoulders and stretching my neck muscles. I feel a little better, but now there are only two bars of music left until my entrance! The instruments drum out the urgent lead up notes; warning the audience of my coming. The music changes. I leap onto stage. The audience applause my entrance and my nerves are gone. The audience supports me. The stage lights blind me to their faces, but I can hear their approval. The music floods through me like an intoxicating drug and I dance.
I am gone. The make believe princess I play now exists in my place. At this moment, as I dance in front of a painted set in a costume that dazzles under the lights, I am that princess. I know, yet know not what is to happen later on in the story. But now it does not matter. All that matters is the step I dance at this point in time. All that was and will come is out of my head. I am in the moment.

When I Ceased to Exist

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Joined December 2007

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