Wingman Down

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There was a storm outside. I couldn't sleep. It's those words, it's them. I just remember the fight at the competition over and over again. I remember the shouting and the crying. I also remember that I can't still dance for another month, that's hard.

I turn on the fairy lights on my desk and open my purple notebook. I take a pencil and start writing.

Every day I watch you
Out there in the light
Every day I see you
With your beautiful life
Doing all the things I want to
Doing all the things I've dreamed I'd do
You don't know how I've hoped and prayed
That maybe someday
Someday the chance will finally be mine

To shine... shine
To step out of the shadows and into the light
To shine... shine
To come out from the curtains and start my life

Tell me will it ever
Be my turn
To show the world I'm ready
And it's my time
To shine

Every day I'm trying
Not to care
But every day I'm thinking
Life's so unfair
Why am I the one who has to wait?
Why am I the one who always takes
A back seat to somebody else's hopes and dreams?
It's only right the chance should be mine

To shine... shine
To step out of the shadows and into the light
To shine... shine
To come out from the curtains and start my life

Tell me will it ever
Be my turn
To show the world I'm ready
And it's my time

To shine...
There's got to be room
For me here
Follow me somewhere
There's got to be enough light
For us all
For us all to share
Don't we all deserve the chance
One long awaited day at last

Somewhere, somehow, sometime
To shine... shine
Oh, oh, oh, oh
To shine... shine
To step out of the shadows and into the light
To shine... shine
To come out from the curtains and start my life
To shine... shine
To step out... 

I write 'Shine' as the title and close the book. The door opens and I turn around to see Mom. 

"Why are you still up?" She asks.

"I can't sleep." I tell her, "I'm scared."

"About what?" Mom asks and I go to my bed, "The storm?"

"No, about what happened at the last competition." I say and she sits on the edge of my bed.

"You're scared of how Abby is going to act?" Mom says and I nod.

"And what if Chloe doesn't want to talk with us anymore?" I ask, "What if she hates us now?"

"She doesn't hate you, she's probably really upset because of the duet thing" Mom says.

"Did you know about the duet?" I say and she looks at me.

"I never knew they were going to compete, I was told by the producers like ten minutes before they went onstage, they told me not to say anything." She says.

"I hate the producers, they're always ruining everything!" I say.

"We really need to talk about something, but I also need to tell your sisters, so we'll talk about it tomorrow." Mom says, "Goodnight."

Melanie Ziegler || Dance MomsDove le storie prendono vita. Scoprilo ora