And five, six, seven, eight...
I deeply inhale, preparing for my turn.
I stretch my pointe shoes to make sure I'm ready to gracefully turn across the floor.
I watch the person in front of me wobble a bit before finishing out the turn elegantly.
I've got this. I can do this.
I sharply inhale as she counts off.
They echo in my head, but my mind is focused.
I prepare the turn, spot my head, and relevé on my shoes.
As soon as I hear eight, I immediately go on top of my pointe shoes.
I spin around, completing the turn and then use that momentum to propel me into the next.
Once I finish, I quickly curtsey and move into the other corner to prepare again...