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Post by Jakob Tris on Jan 3, 2013 0:41:26 GMT -5
  -- slipping into my ballet flats, i tied the small laces. right then, not a thought of the guys who would beat me and yell at me ran through my head. i was going to do this. i was going to win this. my friend, richard, put his arm around me. his grip made me a bit more nervous for some reason. i returned his thoughtful gesture with a sheepish smile.
"remember, jakob. you're a star!" he said to me the words that my teacher, ms. starba had always told me. "from here to the stage the only thing that can hold you back is yourself."
i know what you're thinking. awe, jeez. this guys a whack-job gay that has to big of dreams and wishes he were a unicorn. i actually am not gay. richard, however, is.
i shoved him lightly away from me as the announcer called my name and my dance routine into his microphone. i then got up and walked onto the stage. the first keys to 'mad world' began to chime. i had a sign on my chest that read sexuality. my insecurity. and i didn't even know why it was my insecurity. i was straight, and it didn't matter if people didn't believe that. i lunged myself into a side arial. the crowd cheered, racking my brain. i felt like putty, easy to bend and twist into all of the different dance moves i was accomplishing: eight turns in a row, grande-gettes, pirouettes. i fell into a backbend and kicked over with such ease i could do it in my sleep.
as the number came to an end, i traveled gracefully to the middle of the stage. my feet parallel, a shoulder width apart. i heaved in a deep breath and fought the tears that burned my eyes. i ripped free the sign to reveal another sign that read confidence. i let my eyes close as the audience roared and whooped for my performance.
a single tear slid down my cheek.
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