Lila always dreamed of being a star.
She loved moving her body to the rhythm of any song she heard, allowing the emotions within her to pour out into her movement, compelling her to tap, spin, leap, and float across the floor. She could belt out a pop or Broadway tune at the top of her lungs, or send a ballad as soft as a whisper out into the air. But dance classes were brutally hard, auditions beat down her spirit, and she only sang in the car or the shower because no one listened to her anyway.
Yet the call of stage lights burning her face and blinding her eyes was still strong, and if she couldn’t be a star, well, then at least she could still be an entertainer of some kind.
The lights on this stage blinded her just enough so she couldn’t see the grubby faces in the audience staring at her every night through the curtain of thick, stale smoke that hung in the air, and her smile was always just bright enough that no one would ever guess the starlight within her had burned out long ago.
I’m joining the gang for Six Sentence Stories over at Ivy Walker‘s blog. Each week writers are challenged to spin a tale in six sentences – no more, no less. This week’s cue is STAR. Click on the link right here to read some great stories and share your own!