Dancing poem.

THE DANCE MOVE

Nobody applauded. They were too stunned. She stood

on stage panting. Suddenly it started. The audience

stood, clapping and shouting, cheering and whistling.

She was a star.

Half an hour earlier

“Ok girls, ready? 123 123 123. Again!”

Again! It was all she said! My name is Amy and I’m a

dancer.. Well not really, ’cause I’m no good. Anyway

in half an hour we have a concert and I’m the star. The

centre of attention! ME! I can’t even go unnoticed in

the back row I’m so bad! My friend (and practically my

twin) Megan can dance. She was the star last year. Why

not this year? Anyway we’re practicing and practicing,

but it’s not doing any good. I’m getting worse because

of nerves, not better.

“Alright girls. Stop. 15 minutes to go. Go put on your

costumes and touch up your make-up.”

That’s my teacher Miss Green.

“Miss are you sure I can do this?”

“Of course I’m sure. You’ll be great. Now off you go.”

Great. Like ‘of course’ is going to make me better.

“Amy, come on we’re going.”

“Megan, can we please swap places?!”

“No, Miss chose you. Now come on!”

All the way to the stage and into the wings I was

rehearsing the dance. ‘123, 123,123.’ Over and over. As

it got closer to our turn I got more worried. I’ll make

a fool of myself in the middle of the stage with the

spotlight on me. I can’t do this!

“Megan, you have to take my place.”

“I can’t. Miss said you”

“Oh please, Megan.” “No!” “Amy! Megan! Quiet!”

The music started. I had one last look of plea and Megan

sighed, pushing me on stage. We came on 2 at a time.

One from the left, one from the right. I danced, I actually

danced well! As Megan passed me she winked. I had

to smile back. As we came off stage we cheered and

hugged. I looked at Megan, she looked back. We burst

out laughing. My parents came back stage and were so

proud. On the way back home they told me the reaction

of the crowd when I came on stage and when I did the

final move.

My mum beamed at me. “Everyone was shocked. You

were so good!” I smiled. “Yeah, lucky Megan helped

me.” Helped me into her position!

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