The spotlight.
It was on her.
Finally, it was her turn.
She has been waiting and waiting.
For the spotlight to be on her.
She stood in the middle.
The light immediately found her.
She’s stunning. Beautiful.
Exquisite.
She walks gracefully.
She closes her eyes.
To savour the spotlight.
That was finally on her.
She danced and danced.
And the spotlight followed.
All around the stage.
All around, the light followed.
She finished her dance.
With a twirl in the middle.
She stopped. She waits.
Waits for the applause.
From the audience she waited.
In the middle.
Spotlight on her, she waited.
Silence.
The beating of her heart.
Her deep breaths.
Were all she could hear.
And louder and louder.
They vanished the silence.
She couldn’t see far.
The light blinded her.
The spotlight finally dimmed.
And slowly she caught sight.
She caught a glimpse of the audience.
No one was there.
No one was watching.
Emptiness.
Her elegant performance.
No one saw.
The spotlight.
The spotlight deceived her.
The middle of the stage.
All around, it deceived her.
The light, slowly dimming.
Gradually, it left the stage.
Before it disappeared,
She took a bow.
She took a bow and left with the light.
Darkness.
