The Music-Personal Narrative
The music was almost at it’s end. With every muscle tensed, I took a literal leap of faith that marked the final move of my performance. I was mindful to keep every toe stuck together and both feet pointed as straight as an arrow, and with a small run, I took off from the ground. While in mid-flight, my legs extended until a perfect line was formed from tip of toe to tip of toe. Almost synchronized perfectly, my arms lifted with my legs. My right arm shot up until it was parallel to my outreached leg, as my left arm angled itself several degrees above my right. My hands naturally lengthened as my fingers stretched out, being sure to keep every digit tightly in line. As always a sliver of fear entered my otherwise blank thoughts as my heart soared and my stomach dropped in those perfect airborne seconds as I fought to catch my breath.