• My mind, focused on dancing, and pain. I want the pain to be in my arms and in my feet. I need my skin burning for help, for rest. Mrs. Dollanganger made us all go to practice, for the play/show was today. I tried my best to avoid Michaels stare, I could just feel him watching me. But still, when the other girls ohed and ahed when he danced, it made me jealous…and sick. Then, Mrs. Dollanganger made the solo come up. I could see a huge smile go across Michaels face, but when our eyes locked as we got up, it went away so quick, it was like someone tore it off his face. I could feel the guilt come inside me. What if he really was just laughing, I remember putting my hands on his back…but only because I didn’t know what to do with them, yah know? The music played, I tried not to look at him while I was dancing, but I knew he was looking at me. When we joined…I had to look. I looked into his eyes, they were pleading with sorrow and joy… sorrow for me leaving him, Joy for dancing with me once more. I looked away and then went to my solo. I lied in the puddle, waiting for my prince to rescue me. As I saw him dancing, I knew something I didn’t. I loved him, I needed him. But by now it was too late, my heart was broken. But yet, I could still feel that little drop of hope glistening in my soul. Then we joined, He was spinning me, and we went in the foggy lake, still holding hands. Our course every body’s attention was now on the other ballerinas, but I wasn’t going to miss my chance. I looked him in the eyes and spoke with all my heart “Michael, I think…I am falling for you.” I could still feel his hand so warm. “Julie, I already have fallen for you.” Then we had to dance back out onto the stage and as the music was just about to end, Michael did something I couldn’t believe, he spun me around, the crowd gasping, and then he pressed me up against his body, looked me straight in the eyes and…kissed me. His lips so warm, so soft, so moist. The crowd jumped up, clapping their hearts out. Then Michael and I looked at the crowd and bowed, he carried me off stage.