"Diamonds are beautiful, but they are also strong."

I stand on my toes, my head bowed slightly, and my hands elegantly form a circle around my torso—an intentional gesture of concentration and poise. I wait in a bubble of anticipation, longing for just one simple word, a word that could shape my entire future in this moment.

“Just like magic!” I suddenly hear, piercing through my thoughts like a beacon, and with that, I leap into action. I glide across the floor, the music flowing through me, just as Madam Lyule taught me so diligently and passionately.

I dance as swiftly as a feather caught in a gentle breeze, my feet barely kissing the floor with each delicate step as I maintain my balance on my tippy-toes. I feel like a swan gliding across a serene lake, each movement embodying grace and elegance.

This dance must be special; this is my moment to shine. I am determined to be the star of the performance, to look my absolute best, and to give everything I have to this art form that I love.

As a dancer, I strive to embody the beauty of butterfly wings—delicate yet robust. I push through the exhaustion, the ache in my muscles, and the whispers of fatigue urging me to stop. I remind myself that strength lies not just in the ability to hold a position but in the unwavering passion that fuels each dance, propelling me through hours of movement and expression. This is my time; this is my art.