Resonance

[brutti_ma_buoni]

Title: Resonance
Character: the Ballerina, Waiting in the Wings
Prompt: Echo

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I don’t dance. I perform, music plays, I jété and pirouette on cue. But this is not dance. Dance is freedom; this is... otherwise.

I don’t dance; every night. Every night he insists, every night he beams with possessive pride. Every night he believes he has won.

I don’t dance perfectly. I slip, every time. I hate the error, but it is my revenge on his illusions. That mistake, that was reality.

I don’t dance in my heart. Inside I scream. This is not love, or life, or music. I have none of those.

I don’t dance... I don’t... I...

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