Post by stephanie hale on Dec 26, 2008 21:15:31 GMT -5
Once upon a time,
I did ballet. I started when I was like six and stopped when I was like ten or eleven. I had never tripped at a recital, not even my first one. But then, at one of my last recitals, I decided to change that. I had been doing the dance perfectly until... DUN DUN DUN, I totally wiped out at the very end. I had to spin, jump in the air, and land on my feet twice. The first one turned out perfectly fine, the second one, not so much. I spun, leaped, and crashed down onto the floor on my side, very loudly and painfully. While everyone was filming. Now, I have it on tape, and we have a picture.
THE END!
I did ballet. I started when I was like six and stopped when I was like ten or eleven. I had never tripped at a recital, not even my first one. But then, at one of my last recitals, I decided to change that. I had been doing the dance perfectly until... DUN DUN DUN, I totally wiped out at the very end. I had to spin, jump in the air, and land on my feet twice. The first one turned out perfectly fine, the second one, not so much. I spun, leaped, and crashed down onto the floor on my side, very loudly and painfully. While everyone was filming. Now, I have it on tape, and we have a picture.
THE END!
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