I stepped on the stage. I had been waiting for this moment all my life. I heard the music start and so I danced. I didn’t want this moment to end. I had memorized this dance so many times I wasn’t even having to remember the choreography. All I was doing was dancing my mind wasn’t thinking about the steps just about how there could be a little 6 year old girl out there in the audience watching me. I was doing my pirouette section but I couldn’t stop. I was moving very fast when I tripped and screamed. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t dance. It was over.