The strap dug into her shoulder, the skin underneath burning red from pressure and sweltering, nervous heat. One of the other girls pressed clammy fingers to the small of her back. Outside, the murmur of the audience gave way to applause; it was an invitation brighter than stage lights, matched only in the gleam of her eyes.
Prompt response for Three Line Tales 239. Cheers to Sonya for the challenge!
Em’s Scribblings 
If I could turn back time ballet would be one thing I would definitely have continued. I get so moved when I see dance. It’s not upset, I don’t know if I would even call it regret, it has been so long.
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I used to do ballet too! Definitely wish I continued it as well (though I was pretty bad at it)
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I wasn’t great but I was en pointe! I think that is how they say it, Lol!
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