The Audition

I finished my dance, and held my pose for a full 10 count. With a fluid reverse swirl, I folded down into a closed lotus, and waited. I had done all I could; I left it all on the stage.

I had been an understudy in New York for almost two years, and had only danced under the lights four times. I had the talent, and I knew it was time to make my move.

I spent most of my savings on the airfare to get to Las Vegas, and it had taken me two performance tryouts to earn the right to audition today. I had performed my heart out, and my fate was now in the hands of the production manager.

The slow single applause grew in speed, and when it was joined in by the rest of the crew, I knew; still, I waited quietly for the words to be said.

“Welcome to the Cirque du Soleil. You start with Zumanity next week.”

The tears that I cried were real, and so was my new career.

(c) 2017 - dustygrein