It was Briís last night performing. She had lost all joy in dancing now her mother was gone. Now, she was officially a ward of the state. Bri knew this was her last show unless a miracle happened, but at the same time, she doubted one would. With carefully measured steps in her street shoes, Bri packed her few personal belongings.
Bri took her point shoes out of the box and stroked them for a long moment lovingly before putting them on the counter top. Tears glistened in her eyes as Bri opened a drawer and pulled out a paper clip. It was her motherís lucky paper clip. Momma had given Bri the paper clip on Briís first opening night.
Briís heart ached as she changed into her costume, securing the paper clip for its last dance then, finished preparing herself for the night.
Bri could hear the orchestra warm up as she ran to her spot in the wing, waiting for her cue. She had to put all of her feelings aside and become her character. The show must go on.
At intermission, all dancers had fifteen minutes to redo their make-up. Bri headed straight to her dressing table. She sat into a chair and paused long enough to rub her feet. An envelope caught her attention. Curious, Bri opened it and a card with a snow-covered landscape with lettering greeted her.
She opened the card and a check fluttered out. Bri grasped it and smiled as she read the miraculous message inside read, ďMerry Christmas.Ē
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This is a tender and heartwarming piece... just one tiny comment - you use the MCs name quite a bit at the beginning and it became a little distracting for me. But other than that, the story is good...it has the kind of detailed action that gives a story its "real" feeling. Good job.