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She walks, then she walks, then she walks and then she smiles.
She spins, then she spins, then she spins and turns around.
Head up! Shoulders straight!
Watch out for the person passing.
Hurry! Hurry! It’s time to change.
It’s almost your turn again.
You can’t make him look bad.
You know how he gets!
She walks, then she walks, then she walks again.
She gets to the end of the runway and flashes a smile.
She turns around as the diva fan blows her hair.
Then she glides and she sways as goes back to change again.
Hurry! Hurry! You have to get back out there!
She steps on the runway again and then her ankle gives.
Then she falls, then she falls and then in slow motion she falls again.
The crowd is silent.
The flashing of the lights begin to cease.
The music stops.
She slowly stood up and looked around.
It was so quiet that should could here them breathing.
All eyes were on her.
She cleared her throat, then she put her hands on her hips and sashayed her way to the end of the runway.
Then the music started playing again.
She turned around, then she walked, then she walked and then she disappeared into the dressing room.
Never to emerge again.