She stood on the cobblestoned bridge overlooking the river below. Eyes closed, she was concentrating, visualizing every step, jump, twist, and turn in her ballet routine.
In just a few minutes she would be trying out for the city’s ballet company, something she’d been working toward since she first started ballet lessons when she was only four years old.
She had never felt pressure like this in her young life, but at the same time, she felt confident. She knew what she had to do and possessed little doubt that she’d get it done.
Her parents would be so proud.
Written for today’s 100 Word Wednesday prompt from Bikurgurl.