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The spotlight wasn't mine. It had never been.
From the shadows of the auditorium, I watched the dancers whirl across the polished stage, every movement sharp and flawless. Applause roared through the hall, but none of it belonged to me. My audition had ended hours ago, another rejection.
I hugged my bag tighter to my chest, fighting the sting in my eyes. To the world, it was just one more failed attempt. But to me, it was more than that. It was my dream slipping further away.
Outside, the evening air was heavy with music leaking through the open windows. I stood still, letting it wash over me. Every beat made my heart ache, yet also reminded me why I could never let go.
My reflection in the glass door looked fragile, but my eyes betrayed a flicker of fire. I whispered to myself, voice trembling yet firm:
"One day, they'll rise to their feet for me. One day, I'll dance."
And with that, I walked away, not in triumph, not in defeat, but in promise.
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