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She'd always dreamt of being a dancer. 
 
 Ever since she was a little girl and had been given a jewellery box with a tiny figure adorned in a pink skirt who twirled to the tinny tune of Für Elise. Her mom had given up evenings and weekends to wait on people much richer than either of them would ever be so she could go to ballet lessons. She saved up the 50 cents she got from the tooth fairy to buy her own pair of ballet shoes. 
 
 She'd always dreamt of being a dancer. 
 
 She had moved to New York to sleep on the floor of a friend's apartment. She had n't brought much with her. Just a jewellery box, a pair of small ballet shoes, a comforter and a photo of her and her mother smiling at the beach. It was the last holiday she had been on with her mom, before she'd got ill. 
 
 She'd always dreamt of being a dancer. 
 
 She liked dancing at some of the clubs with the other waitresses from work. Dancing was the only time she felt free, when she did n't have to worry about money or her room mate yelling about bills or waking up in time for her next pointless audition. She noticed a guy in the corner watch her with bright blue eyes and flashed him the big beautiful smiles she normally only reserved for directors of dance companies. With a flick of her hair, she beckoned him over and they danced. He was n't bad and for that reason alone, he was the first person she brought back to her bed on the floor in a small, lonely, little room full of memories and dreams. 
 
 She'd always dreamt of being a dancer. 
 
 She dangled out the smaller of the two bedroom windows, smoking a cigarette. She watched noisy yellow cabs pirouette around fast cars, slow cars, any cars. She smoked another cigarette and watched another day go past. 
 
 She'd always dreamt of being a dancer. 
 
 She had one hand lightly on his shoulder and the other clasped desperately in his. She stared into his bright blue eyes as they danced. He turned her around and the white skirt of her wedding dress fluttered out. She briefly remembered a tiny figure and the tune of Fur Elise before being pulled back to him, back to the present, back to reality. 
 

