Her Last Dance By: Mara SpectorWe quietly glide across the floor to our spots. The curtains slide open.The bright lights hit our make-up caked faces. The audience falls silent, Our feet assume first positionJust when the audience begins to feel restless,The music begins to hum through the speakers. We dance like it is our last time. And for one of us, it is. She commands center stage, And we fall back into the shadows. She inhales Points her foot and gracefully pulls it around She prepares Plies
And commences her series of fouette turns She points her toe Straightens up Revolves Firmly plants one foot The other delicately hangs in the air. Pulls up her foot Straightens Revolves Exhales And lands in fourth position And suddenly, And suddenly, And suddenly, The audience cheers. We pull away from the shadows,And join Amanda to complete her last dance.