Tap, tap, tap, tap, tip, tap, tick, tick tick, went her shoes across the wooden floors. The dancers suddenly stopped. The curtains closed. When they reopened, the skittering of a thousand mice exploded off of the stage engulfing the crowd. The first row of dancers came to the stage, bowing, and waiting for the next row. The applause of the audience erupted, as some of the people in the first row threw flowers. When the curtain finally closed, everyone began to get up. All except for one girl. She sat there, in a wheel chair, being pushed by her mother out of the theatre, again, disappointed that she could not be upon the stage. Her face, frozen, unmoving, except for a couple of jolts here and there. Her mother kept pushing her, trying not to bump into anything. Custodians swept the floor, hinting for the audience to hurry up.
Dancers came running from back stage. Thinking not, that the little girl was only an earshot away, the started to say,
"Did you see that girl in the wheel chair? What a tragedy." And
"I wish she had never came to the show." The girl broke out in tears, making a horrific scene. She screamed loudly, flailed her arms, and kicked some people near her. The crowd moved away, trying to give the girl space. People shot her mean looks and sorry ones for her mother. The dancers walked past, saying harsh remarks under their breath. Though, the girl only cried more. One of the assistants came up to her mother whispering,
"We kindly ask that you leave this theatre." The mother looked at her and said,
"It does not seem kind to evict us from your theatre." Then she pushed her daughter quickly up the stairs, her chested heaving back and forth, with a cherry red face. Suddenly, a purple sparkly figure approached. No, it was not a fairy, nor any other mythical being. It was a dancer who was fresh of the stage. With a worried look, she went sprinting to the family. She had tears streaming down her face,
"Mom, let's go. The other dancers were insulting Harper." She wrapped her arms around her mother, and kissed the screaming girls face. The dancer went bursting through the doors, rapidly picking up speed. When she finally ran out of breath, she took the wheelchair and sat in one of the chairs in the large lobby. One of the dancers, in a traditional, pink tutu and a small crown upon her head approached the two crying girls.
"I am sorry," the girl said.
"For what?" answered the other girl.
"I am sorry for being mean to your sister. I am really, truly sorry." The girl looked up at the dancer, and smiled. For this was a girl she had never seen, she embraced her with a hug so large it would fit two bears. The pink dancer, held out her flowers to the girl in the wheel chair.
"These are for you," she said, a broad smile across her face.
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