The Last Call.

My days of dancing has officially ended with a sweet note. :)

As i ran gracefully to the centre of the room with full of anticipation, i thought to myself 'this is it'. My last day of my dance revolution was a disaster, but memorable enough to laugh my ass off whenever i feel like remeniscing in the future. Part of my life revolves around ballet, and now it has come to an end. I am already missing my dance buds whom i have known since forever. And most of all, the one teacher i have hated eversince i met her. Surprisingly, as we hugged and bid our farewell, all the grudge we had just disappeared. Though i can still continue, I think going pro is a bad idea for a hopeless dancer like me.

:'(