One Last Dance

One Last Dance

One Last Dance At that moment in time, with my emotions running crazy and the reality of this being my final dance setting in, those lyrics hit home and I began to cry. I had become so close with the girls at the studio. I had become more than their teacher or friend. We were basically sisters, but I guess that’s what happens when you spend six hours a day, five days a week together. I didn’t want to say goodbye and leave those girls behind. I went on to dance with everything in me. I wanted to finish strong and leave my heart on the stage. I wanted to be remembered for my talent. I wanted to leave knowing that the girls would miss me and that I was not someone who could be replaced. When I was dancing I wanted the girls to know how much I loved what I was doing and how I could never forget everything that we had been through together. On the night before my final performance I wrote a letter to my little dancers. I told them how fast time goes by and to hold onto the youth that they have. I explained that, at one point or another, they might want to quit or give up because of all the stress that comes with being a competition dancer, but to do so will be one decision they will forever regret. Staying strong and faithful is the key to making it through, and if they ever needed a shoulder to lean on to just look around them and any one of those girls would be there for them in a heartbeat. I told them that, even though I was leaving, my heart would always be with them and that my last dance was for them. As I finished up on the stage, I smiled big with tear-stained cheeks and took a bow. I then walked off and was swarmed by little girls. They were all in tears and couldn’t even speak. To see them so emotional over my leaving made me happy to know that I was going to be greatly missed, but it also broke my heart. I took turns hugging them all and accepting bouquet after bouquet of flowers from them and their parents. I smiled for pictures and wrote notes in...

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