''i'm a ballerina, a pretty pretty ballerina,'' she softly sang a children's song to herself. no... it wasn't right. she wasn't a ballerina anymore.
she should have rested; but the performance was calling her name. dancing on her ankle hurt--but the heavy clapping at the end of her solo had been worth it.
but short-term injury quickly turned to long-term, and now she couldn't dance anymore.
oh, how stupid she had been. one performance, just one missed and she could have still been dancing.
hot tears began to run down her face.
wiping her eyes, she twirled in her tutu one more time. pain shot through her ankle.