It is time. The lights go out and the curtains slide aside to reveal my figure. With graceful steps I walk forward, towards the audience. The music starts and I begin the dance. Precise and controlled movements, practiced countless times. The music picks up and so does my speed. Every part of my body works together to create a flawless performance. I can hear the awe of the audience. I allow a small smile on my face as I approach the finale. When the music reaches its climax, I execute my trump card. The audience's cheers are ear deafening. After a few steps I end in a deep bow and receive the applause. I lift my head and look forward. There is no audience.

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