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Bedtime story.

One upon a time there was a girl who liked to dream. She dreamt of love and happiness, fear and silence. She was a very happy girl and everyone who knew her loved and cherished her. She had a smile that could light up an entire room. She had long curly hair, brown skin, and perfectly crooked bottom teeth, but she had not one care about them. She dreamt most of the day, only paying attention when she absolutely needed to. She lived in a house with only three people. Her mother, sister, and herself.

One day this girl decided that she would follow her dreams and become a dancer. But no one knew that she could dance. She only played around with friends so no one understood why this would be a passion of hers. She tried to tell them how much that she loved it, but they continued to deny her skill. Why would someone who loved something so much, hide it from the people she loved?… Especially if she was go great at it. So she told them that she would enter in the next talent show so she could show them, and everyone else, her passion. 

I forgot to add that this girl was a very shy girl. She had a small circle of friends. She knew plenty of people just from exchanging hellos in the hallways of her school, but she was reserved and chose to keep to herself.

The thought that she would be showing everyone this one thing that she loved frightened her. She was afraid that everyone else would appreciate it as much as she did. She was afraid that people would tell her that it was just “okay.” 

Anyway so back to school. She walked down the hallway with her friends just like any other day; dreaming. She dreamt of acceptance and the glory of standing, more so, dancing on that stage. She was always so happy. So small in the world, yet so happy. 

Well, to cut to the chase… talent show day came. She was 27th on the list and as each arising performer was called, each cocoon in her belly turned into a butterfly and fluttered in her tummy. She still continued to smile and she dreamt to herself again, this time of fear and discouragement. She was so afraid yet on the outside she still smiled. And to bystanders she seemed as happy as can be. 26 was called in the distance and it rang in her ears for a while. All she could hear was her heart beating the entire performance. Not one sound was heard but the ones she made. Clapping was heard in the distance and 27 was called. She walked out onto the stage only to be greeted by empty seats. 

One upon a time there was a girl who liked to dream. She dreamt of love and happiness, fear and silence. She was a very happy girl and everyone who knew her loved and cherished her. She had a smile that could light up an entire room. She had long curly hair, brown skin, and perfectly crooked bottom teeth, but she had not one care about them. She dreamt most of the day, only paying attention when she absolutely needed to. She lived in a house with only three people. Her mother, sister, and herself. 

On the weekends she would go to the abandoned theatre were her father once danced before the accident. She danced and would pretend that she were he and they were one.  27 was his favorite number. One day she would show everyone what she had a passion for. She appeared on the stage like he did everyday… only to be greeted by empty seats. She smiled. To any bystander she would seem as happy as could be.