Story // 7 In The Wings

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, so as not to be heard. The spotlight spilled brightly onto the stage, casting a velvet shadow on the curtains hiding the wings. He slowly rotated his neck, trying to calm his nerves. The exit sign flickered to his right, as if to remind him of his options. He looked at his ballet slippers, covered in chalk and ready for action. 

I could just run out now, the understudy could take over my role...

No, he argued within his mind. What the hell would you tell your grandma? And your mother would never let it go, all this hard work for nothing...

He inhaled again, straightening his posture this time. 

No, screw these nerves, I know this, I can do this, this is what I live for. 

The solo was almost over, the music jingled to an end, and the stage went black. 

He grinned, feeling new confidence and a surge of adrenalin. 

Show time! Potabore...