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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