Gemotions

The crisp autumn air bit at Sarah's cheeks as she waited outside the audition hall. She had spent weeks preparing for this, practicing the complex choreography until her muscles ached. She'd envisioned herself on stage, bathed in the spotlight, feeling the music course through her veins. The other dancers, their faces a mix of nervousness and excitement, exchanged encouraging glances. She clutched her ballet shoes, the leather worn smooth from countless rehearsals.

She felt a thrill as she was called into the auditorium. The stage was beautiful, and she danced her best. She felt the music in her soul, and the dance was flawless. When she walked out again, a wave of pride washed over her.

When the results were posted, her name wasn't there. Her stomach clenched. A wave of nausea surged through her. She felt a sudden lightness, as if the ground had disappeared beneath her feet.