Runaway

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Word Count: 399
I had the craziest dream last night. I was dancing the White Swan. I don't even know how to dance, but everything just seemed so elegant. I was alone in a dark empty room that seemed endless. I was watching myself from afar, separated from my body and mind. There was a spotlight following me wherever I went but there was no source to this light. Was this even me? This person felt so foreign, so elegant, but was unmistakingly in my body. I had the feeling of being watched but the darkness of the room stretched on forever. Everything was silent; no music was playing and even the footsteps were inaudible. I began to wonder who this person was since I had no recollection of this dance. I felt a sinking feeling and realized I didn't know how to dance and I was suddenly thrust onto a stage with an audience of hundreds. I sat in the audience still watching myself perform flawlessly but nervous he -- or I would mess up. Suddenly he fell and with a gasp from the audience I was back in my body but still with no knowledge of this dance. I tried to get up but realized I didn't know what to do next and froze up on stage. Hundreds of faceless eyes stared at me expecting an incredible performance, but here I was ruining their show. I could hear unintelligible whispers of confusion and disappointment while the other dancers continued around me. I became surrounded by dancers in white clothes and I suddenly woke up in a flash of light.

As luck would have it I have my very first dance audition today and with no experience and this nightmare I didn't like my chances. Staring at the door to the dance room I thought about just turning around and trying something else. Just as I was about to turn around someone came up behind me and asked if I was going in. She opened the door and invited me into the room. I guess there was no backing out now. She introduced herself as the choreographer as we walked in and began warming up to dance. I glanced at the other people in the room and realized they were as clueless as I was. I loosened up and prepared to dance for the first -- or maybe second time in my life.

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  1. AimeeFebruary 21, 2018 at 6:55 AM

    Sam--I didn't get notified about this post. Please make sure that you have me listed as someone who gets an email when your post is live. This can be done in your settings as I showed you in class.

    This is an interesting take on a very difficult first line. You inhabit this story really well--your details about the spotlight and the feeling of disassociation. It's convincing and real--the whispers, the faceless eyes in the audience.

    At the end, I am curious as to why the narrator would be at a dance audition if s/he had never danced before.

    In terms of the sound quality, you do a good job of making this seamless---no echoes or background noises. Your speed is fine, though you might want to slow down just a little bit. The next step then will be to add sound effects and music--those are the elements you will use in your podcast to engage the listener even more.

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