The dancing child2

The girl struts out. She know she must hurry to make it in time.
Kicking her heels, she runs out.
Her teacher says, "You are late. I told you you must be here an hour before the show. We still have preparations to make and you have to get in your sparkling tutu."
The girl hurriedly wipes away tears, thinking her parents probably won't come.
There are some banners to be putten up, and food to be served.
As the dancers practice there flying spins, the actors practice there splendid lines.
They have done this a million times before, but this is it.
Nothing must go wrong.
As the guests have filled up there stomachs, and chit-chat for endless time, then the bell rings signalling everyone to get in there seats.
The show is going to begin.

