The Music Directs

I pull at my tights and adjust my leo. I prepare as the piano hums. Sweat drips from my hairline and makes my skin damp. My muscles quiver with the effort of the movement. My feet burn, ache, and cramp from my pointe shoes. I breathe and breathe. The combination is over and I melt into a stretch. Through it all the music directs my body's movement.