Please no mean comments
Some time ago, I was selected to take part in a world premiere production of a prestigious ballet company. I was so excited, I could taste the opportunity. I had overcome injuries and fears and this was to me, my moment to soak in the fruit of my efforts.
Most of the dancers do all of our makeup ourselves, and in the last ballet I was in, I shared makeup with others because I was just out of school and couldn't afford my own!
This time, was going to be different. So on my way to the theater, I stopped at Sephora and bought my own makeup palette. I just felt happy and relaxed. On my way out of the store, I pulled out my iPhone to see if I still looked presentable after walking to Sephora from my home- it was very windy that day. I couldn't believe just how happy I looked. Is never seen myself so gorgeous! I'm always running around and on the go, looking stressed and whatnot. I took a photo, and, well, my phone deleted it by accident and even after taking it to the apple store, they couldn't get it back.
My parents laughed at my dream, and I still made it. All I wanted was this photo for myself to remind me of how beautiful I could be when I was happy and in the zone of my passion. And now it's gone forever. I just really wanted it. I was wearing the makeup from the previous nights performance, and it was perfect. A beautiful hand me down cost from a dear friend, and my favorite scarf. It was my whole dream wrapped into that image. I'm so sad.