the short story project


Melika Raoufpanah

A big clash

‘What is your name?’ asks the adjudicator staring up at me as I enter the stage. Nervousness fills me. I try to speak but I just open and close my mouth like a fish and all the comes out is hot air. The audience laughs, and I feel my face turn as pink as strawberry jam.

I’ve been a ballerina for eleven years. All these years I was pushed to my hardest and I never stopped practising and aiming for what I wanted the most. I can remember all the different things my teacher usually shouts at me ‘Grand jeté, NOW’ she would shout or ‘don’t you dare stop spinning’. After all her harsh words I obviously deserved this, to perform and show what I can do.
‘Hello?’ she waves her hand trying to get my attention, ‘Are you OK young lady?’. I blush even more as realise that I’ve been staring into nothingness, lost in deep thought.
‘My name is Jasmin and I am Thirteen,’ I say, stammering.
The judge smiles showing her golden tooth, then she nods at me as classical music fills the room. I take a step forward but sink to the floor. Shaking, I stand back up. I start to dance trying to be confident. But I am no longer in control of my body, it is as if I am a puppet. I seem to struggle to keep up with the music and all I see is a blur as tears begin to fill my eyes. I fall to the ground once more, much harder, but this time I can’t get up. My body is sweaty and aching as if I am in hell. 
I can vaguely see people dressed in bright orange clothes running on to the stage, towards me with medical kits in their hands. All eyes are staring at my immobile body as I am picked up and put on another comfy surface. Everything is crazy and happening all too fast. I can hear my mother screaming for people to get out of the way, I hear an ambulance’s siren in the distance, and I feel pain fire through my body. All I can think about is the moment when I fell to the ground. I have failed, my brain keeps telling me, I have FAILED.
Twelve years later:
I spin one last time as my dance comes to an end. As I stop, the audience roars. They throw roses and stand on chairs clapping and smiling. After all those years I learnt many things. I learnt to be confident and to control my emotions. But Most importantly of all, I learnt that dreams become reality if you don’t give up. All you need to do to become successful is to try your hardest and believe in yourself, even if you fall to the ground with a big clashing…BANG! 


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