Satin slippers, with limbs of ribbon edges frayed from time and use overuse. Countless hours wasted practicing precise dance forms that audiences will never truly appreciate. Her bone structure screams for freedom from regimented rehearsals and strict standards. She longs for a stage under soft, twinkling lights where her emotions guide her movements; where rules and instructors are not needed. She longs for the day where anyone can showcase their soul through movement without the looming fear of heavy and harsh criticism. Her individuality will be praised; her spirit will be longed for among those who watch with adoring eyes. They will glide past one another, like leaves in a summer breeze. Toes pointed, ribbons laced and spotlights casting soft circles on the bare, dusty stage.