“Bonjour,’ May I have this dance Madam?” Noah ask Ambella as they both stared into each other eyes. Dancing is their passion, they both shared that Art, that love. Their foot steps, their foot steps led them back to that place, the dance floor.
I actually wrote this when I was in high school and found it buried in an old hard-drive. So I thought, why not? I have never been a dancer, but it's nice to imagine the possibilities. Anyways, this is a short story about a ballerina who, for the first time, considers what makes her a dancer: her feet.
