"Amber you're up."
Her mind goes blank,
Her heart grabbing its sneakers.
What was that routine again?
She starts fretting,
Laser eyes burning through her.
No, must concentrate,
She becomes oblivious of
the eyes staring at her.
The room is empty.
Salute, step, go,
Full stretch, pointed toes now.
"Relax, do it like it's
your last practice."
Almost there, Done!
Ending salute.
She runs to her group,
Almost fainting in relief.
love love love love love it amber your a true poet
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