the dance students
the glow of stage lights
breaking in a new pair of pointe shoes, molding them beneath your hands until they’re perfect
dried roses from past performances decorating your room
losing yourself in the familiar moves of a favorite variation
the same song playing on repeat through your headphones
practicing an audition combo again and again until the steps are automatic
hair pulled back in a bun or headband
learning classical ballet as well as contemporary, seeing how various styles influence each other
the silence immediately before the audience begins to applaud
hushed whispers, waiting backstage for your queue
the adrenaline of performance, feeling your blood rush in your veins
an appreciation for what your body can do
old costumes hanging in your closet
the simple elegance of port de bras
bobby pins scattered on your dresser
sinking into your stretching routine, feeling your muscles relax into it
wearing holes through the toes of your shoes
the satisfaction of turning a perfect double pirouette
dress rehearsals in an empty theater
chasing perfection, valuing the precision of each movement
practicing a sequence across the floor until you’re satisfied
the soothing repetition of barre work, running through pliés and dégagés and ronds de jambes
studying the development of different styles of dance
branching out, trying styles you’ve never done before
sweatpants pulled over an old pair of tights, rolled up around the ankles
feeling the soreness in your legs and feet after a long class



















