The day she stopped dancing, her mind went dark. Her eyes were hollow and her feet were cold. She left the dance floor giving up hope. She spun around and around to find that nothing had changed. The day she stopped dancing, her blue sky turned to rain. She found no joy no hope no love of the dance. She danced one last sad dance and ended it on the floor. She felt trapped staring at the sky that day. She was trapped in her body in the dance in her mind. A tear rolled down her cheek taking her makeup with it. She couldn’t take it anymore. Everyone else danced happy that day. She realized she was always alone in the dance. Everybody knew the dance but her. She got tired of pretending that she could dance. She thought no one would miss her unsteady feet and messy hair. So that day she stopped dancing. That day, her dance became only a memory.