The Count Off

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6
Practice, practice, practice…
Fingers elongated, toes pointed;
Six-hour days and restless nights.
Tap measures fly;
Pins connect skin to fabric.
Up, down, shuffle, change…
Practice, practice, practice…
Fires flow and waters run;
Shoes mold our feet.
The tulle ruffles
Around our waist.
1 and 2 and 3 and 4…
Eyes glaze as our steps
Are committed to memory.
Shouts echo to the stage,
“Work, work! Four days left!”
We no longer sleep,
We simply dance.
Thoughts are of rhythm,
Movements, and poses.
The night arrives,
Clear and crisp.
Costumes finished,
Hair piled upon our crowns.
Our faces shimmer with
Anticipation and makeup.
The music starts;
Familiar Beethoven chords
Cue the count…
5, 6, 7, 8

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